The other day, Bob trimmed some tree branches with the chainsaw.
Why do men always curse like a drunken sailor when they’re using power tools?
My darling husband denies that he does this, but seriously, it happens every time.
Anyway, when he was done, he told me that I could use the chainsaw to cut up the debris.
I was shocked.
He usually tells me to stay away from the power tools.
Far, far away.
There was that incident with the belt sander years ago…
But that’s a story for another time.
At any rate, none of the boys were around to help that day.
So I did it.
Bob hovered, worried that I might cut off an arm or a leg, or worse, sever the power cord.
I did none of those things.
And I didn’t curse either.
But I did sing Monty Python’s lumberjack song.
It’s still going through my head today.
“I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK…”
Liz Brenner
Everyone has a story to tell.
Even you.
Especially you.
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