...One More Reason...

...why women, in particular, ME, should not be allowed to use power tools!...

Let's see if I can set the stage...

Love has gone to help the big boys with their 'gig' tonite and I've been trimming the trees and bushes around the yard all afternoon with hand-held hedge trimmers, when I realize I forgot all about owning an electric trimmer and there it was-hanging so innocently in love's garage corner...

Well, I know that I have had a history of getting into 'trouble' with love's tools cuz somehow I always seem to do something wrong; never intentional, you see, but nevertheless, something always seems to occur! I promised myself I'd only trim what I hadn't finished and just 'clean' up along the fence.

Well, I was almost finished when I noticed a fence I hadn't gotten to on the back of the property...so, as I begin to cut, the cord gets caught in the blades...oops...so, in my innocence and eagerness to get it out without getting electricuted, I unplug the cord from the trimmer...BUT in my stupidity, I forgot to unplug it from the house, and didn't realize THAT until the sparks began flying across the yard...AH! I ran...into the house saying, 'dumb Daune, dumb Daune!'

After I calmed down, I went out and took the fried extension cord (a long one) from the trimmer and then began preparing my speech to Love when he comes home. Fortunately for me, he can fix anything...even my blunders with cords~

So, the moral of this story is that Daune and power tools usually spells disaster!