So my dad gave me a weed eater for Christmas. Evidently, obsessively mixing weed killer and spray stalking weeds on every border-weekly-is not good for the ground water. Sorry!
I overheard dad and Spawn at Thanksgiving..dad asked what he wanted for Christmas and Spawn said "money".
D-" Your mother always asks for money and then uses it to pay a bill. So we no longer give her money."
S-" I will SO NOT pay any bill if if you give me money! I will buy something I want!"
Spawn got money and I got a big ass, pretty fierce looking weed eater AND some really cute little gray plastic cans of oil. Now, I recently bought an electric trimmer which I am so beast with! I SOOOOO neatened all my trees and bushes with that! IT made me so happy, I considered asking my neighbor if I could trim his bushes too. But I kind of think he may be a serial killer, who like goes out of town and kills people. So I thought...nah.
I also bought an electric blower that on any given day owns me or I own it. It's a learning process! But this weed eater...I read the manual twice..and decided...to clean the garage! :)
I may never learn to use the weed eater but it phucking looks boss in my clean garage!
Thanks dad!
OOOOOhhhhh! A Stihl, be calm, my beating heart!
ReplyDeleteJust don't let "A" have the weed eater given that she tries to wack her hand off.
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