We are allowed to burn, so I put a few little scrawny vines that I didn’t want in the compost heap in our fire pit late this afternoon. Bud was catching up on the Civil War and working on his banjo playing when he heard me piddling around. Having very little confidence in my ability to perform simple tasks on my own, he rushed out to save the world, especially when he realized it involved fire. My fire was extremely life-threatening, since my vines were very green and smoldering slowly. He realized he had just the answer, retrieving this vintage blower from his shed, where he has his amateur blacksmith shop set up. In a flash, he had save the day. Those vines were toast, no longer threatening me!
I’m sure the guys among you would be interested to know, I found him a second and larger, and far superior blower at a flea market. It was in better shape than this one. Like an idiot, I suggested he pass the lesser blower on to a covetous brother-in-law. Needless to say, he was outraged at such a ridiculous suggestion, didn’t. As you can see, he desperately needed it today.
It’s good to let them have their man moments. Feeds the ego. That’s when you get shit done! Observe: “hey, Babe, could we move this porch furniture around real quick?” *stands back and admires new nail polish on toes while he sweeps porch and moves furniture*….and, scene. All because I let him chainsaw down some cane that I could’ve easily gotten with some nippers.
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Works pretty well!
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Check it out!
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I’m gonna do that as soon as I get off the sofa.
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Lovely! 😊
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I see someone else had the same words before me, so I’ll say them anyway. Men and their toys! And old socks and shirts, and clothes that don’t fit but don’t-you-dare-give-them-away-to-charity-cause-I-might-need-them. Ha ha ha.
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True, they may lose forty pounds and wants to squeeze back into those old coaching shorts any time now!
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😀 😀 😀
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Any minute
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I love that you have a fire pit…so jealous. Back when we could, burning the trash was a daily chore that I actually enjoyed. FIRE ! But, that blower thing scares me a little.
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It looks like a cast iron alien.
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The Other Half wants a fire pit. I think it will be a good thing for him. 🙂 Eventually.
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We enjoy ours. I cook in it with ny Dutch ovens sometimes, too.
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Men and their toys! Im glad you were ok! ~Elle
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I muddled through.
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are we not, we fragile feminine types, so very fortunate to have our husbands monitor our actions and provide corrective action? [She said, tongue planted firmly in cheek]
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Yep! Let me serve him.
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Men! Why the f*ck do we associate with them? They need us Linda. LOL I’m not a feminist btw.
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Must be a hormone problem.
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On our part or theirs? LOL
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Both. Estrogen makes women want men and men have some kind of crazy toy hormone.
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