Our oldest turns three this week. We are having her party on the 11th because Ill be out after speed goats this weekend.
In anticipation, my wife decided we need to start cleaning now..... I started brush (bush) hogging yesterday. A couple hours into it the shifting link-arm breaks. Now the tractor is stuck in 1st gear. Ok, so moving on. I head to the house, pick up the Ryobi over sized (ow, ow, ow) manly weedeater and begin chopping down tree sized weeds. After about 30 minutes of that I downsize to the sissy sized, curved shaft, 1/3rd weight craftsman that my wife picked out.
Literally after two hours of that I get out the chainsaw and start trimming back the Elm trees. They were touching the ground so it was time for a trim. That was all good and fun, short of the fact I was cutting above my head so no one would run into the stumps left behind.
I thought I was finished... Wrong. The wife wanted to mow and trim the yard. So after weed eating around the house, pool, 5-trees, kids toys, side walks, the cellar, well house, back porch, bird baths, yard swings, rose bushes, big green berry bushes of some sort, and that stupid chimney thing that weighs a thousand pounds, I was finally done with the yard.
This morning I woke up and I am now 106 years old. I cant lift my hands above my head. I cant grip hard enough to kill a misquito. Typing is harder than carving marble. And im seriously thinking about renting a walker....