So, my sister, Deb, has a thing with yard work. She likes it...free therapy that shows instant results. She pays a guy to take care of the front yard and he does a great job. The back yard is saved for the times when she has something to work out and a little time to do it. I think today's foray was because the desert tortoise will be coming out of hibernation soon and needs to get out of his overgrown den (ie, rain+desert=weeds and grass you never knew you had in your yard)! She called me this afternoon to report a terrible accident! My heart leapt to my throat as images of a bent and dented Nissan Maxima (hers) raced though my imagination...!
"Suzie, I've had a bit of an accident," she says sheepishly.
"Are you okay?! What happened?!" I cry.
"Well," she mumbles, "I was working on threading the weed eater..."
"The weed eater?" I say incredulously.
"I guess there's a reason you shouldn't re thread it when the electricity is hooked up..." she trails off quietly.