No Good Deed Goes Un Punished

I decided tonight since Del had to work I wanted to do something nice for him. So I decided that I would mow the lawn. Now I have mowed many lawns in my time. But if anyone knows me well, I do not like to sweat. At All! If an activity involves sweating, count me out. But I was will to sweat to do something nice for Del. And it just so happens we have a self propelled lawn mower which makes it much easier .

After I mowed the front lawn I decided it would be nice to have it edged also. So I got out the weed whacker.

(cue scary music from Jaws)

(du dum, du dum, du dum)

I need to tell you about this weed whacker. When we bought it I knew that Del would be the main one using it, so he picked it out. Del is very tall, and most gardening tools are hard on his back because of his height. So he picked out a gas powered, very long weed whacker so he wouldn't have to bend so much.

Needless to say I am at least 11 inches shorted than Del.

I pull out the weed whacker, check to make sure it had gas, adjusted the choke and started pulling on the cord.

One yank, nothing

Two yanks, nothing

Three yanks, nothing

Four

Five

Six

At this point I have sweat dripping off the tip of my nose. Gross huh.

The I look down and see

(cue the scary music from Psycho)

(eee, eee, eee)

I had for gotten to flip the "on" switch.

(Deep sigh)

I flip the switch and the weed whacker roars to a start.

I look up just in time to see the bottom 4 pieces shoot across the garage!

I shut the weed whacker off, go pick up the pieces

And wonder

HOW MUCH DOES A GOAT COST!