I Y my weed eater
I ask everyone this question...is it so wrong to love such a wonderful device?
I actually caught my self day dreaming about the usage of my newest lawn tool, my precious Ryobi interchangeable head weed wacker while at work. Ahh all that time we'll spend, edging and trimming. I never knew the pure pleasure of putting the finishing touches around my yard. The only thing I can compare it to is the experience I used to have as a child of coloring inside all the shapes of a picture in a coloring book and then outline each shape with a hard dark line. It just solves all the worlds problems (sad isn't it)
I also love the faces of all of my retired neighbors when I come out in boots, cammo pants and a tank and goggles' and just tear my yard up. It's like I'd like to tell-'em "stop with your staring and pull up a lawn chair 'cause I've got some grass to chew"
To sum it up, you ain't a real woman 'til you smell like fuel and you've felt the sting of trimming wire on your shins.
