Adventures of a Modern Day, Middle-Aged Hero, on the Glory Road(to family security)


Sweet Pain!

I left work early today to take my wife out to lunch for our anniversary, and instead of going back to work I decided to rent a tiller to put in our garden plot in the back yard. 

The work went much faster than it would have with a pitch fork, but Oh Sweet Blazing Baboons....my forearms are on fire, and I can't make a fist with either hand. 

Good thing I swore off beer at home...I couldn't hold a bottle right now any way.

Are there really people that do this for a living?

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