One other thing I learned from yesterday's adventures in hedge trimming is that swinging the hedge trimmer around and trying to keep it level can be quite a strain on the forearms that takes a toll on pre-existing issues like tendonitis (acquired during my time working as a janitor in college).
Afterwards, a task as simple as holding a glass of milk up to take a drink required the use of two hands: one to hold the glass up, and another to hold it steady. Whenever I'd pick the glass up, my arm would start shaking like Rush Limbaugh making fun of Michael J. Fox.
In any case, the main point of this entry was to send out birthday greetings to Kathleen, who turns mumble mumble today.
Happy Birthday!
(It is, of course, impolite to ask a lady her age, and presumably a gentleman in the know would never reveal it, which is why I'm carefully avoiding any mention of the fact that she is now 36*.)
*Whoops!
1 comment:
Well once you figure out how to trim hedges want to come do the huge bush we have out front. I hate it.
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