I don’t often do yard work.  I’m one of those chicks who think it’s a mans job most often.  Just as taking out the trash is.  And yes I am one of those who think women should do the dishes.  Don’t get me wrong I will take out the trash now and then and the hubby will do the dishes at times, but generally speaking I think thats who’s job it is.

So anyway I decided to do the man a favor and do some yard work.  I busted out the weed whacker.  Ok I asked him where he keeps it.  After acquiring it for me I got the talk.  You know the safety talk and how to plug it in talk.  I’m all like really dude just shut up and give me the damn weed whacker!


So off he goes on a job and me and my sister think were hot shit weed whacking my yard.  We had to take turns.  Oh and there was an injury.

This was what our shoes looked like after taking turns whacking my yard up and taking smoke breaks.  Hey it was humid out and my yard is huge!  Ok my yard isn’t really big at all.

Oh yeah the injury.  Nice big, ok small, welt on my leg.  I have no idea how it happened.  I picked it up and started it and a piece of the thread came out and hit me in the leg.  That shit stings!

So maybe I will try again.  Next month…. end of summer……… maybe not until next year.