Weed eater love

Weed eater love, sort of
Perfect day for yard work!  My husband was weed eating when I decided to butt in and share my latest landscaping plans.  He stood there, all manly, listening to my plans.  I found myself getting distracted by the sunglasses, ear protection, and heavy equipment. 


Me, "I want to try that."
He, "No."
Me, "What if you die?  I won't be able to run the weed eater?"
He, "Good point."
Me, "Can you start it for me?"
He, "What if I die?  Who's going to start it for you?"
Me, "Good point."

So, I learned to use the weed eater. Oh why did I wait so long!   I weed eat with reckless abandon!  A weed eater can be used as an edger, weeder, and in a moment of desperation, an arachnid dismembering device. I unearthed a very, very healthy black widow and several 'expecting' wolf spiders. I'm afraid of spiders (and kangaroos, but we'll get to that another time).  I try to stay out of their way and encourage them to do the same.
  
Exhausted, I took a rest on the road next to where we were working.  My peaceful solitude was broken by snickering and clicks.  I pealed one eye open and strained to see, without moving my head.  What do I see:  camera and attitude.  Next thing I know, pics of me laying on the road covered in dirt, with one shoe off, a disheveled sun hat, and a shovel in hand are being emailed to family. 

Caption 1:  "Watch out, the neighborhood has a new speed bump...and it's a big one."  Caption 2:  "If I had known yard work would kill her, I would have given her the shovel  sooner."  
Caption 3:  "Yard work is a bitch...oh, no, that's just my wife." 

Lucky for him I was too tired to object.  Looking forward to weed eating again!