Oh fuuuuudge
Yard work requires a much, much stronger disposition that I possess. I don’t know what causes the syrup kettle I’m trying to move to roll on my toe, I don’t know why I’m wearing clogs, I don’t know why drills strip and screws are star bits, I don’t know why I saw the power cord off, I don’t know why random things snag me, but it happens.
One good nostalgic moment. After I sawed the power cord, I went and found my dads old Porter Cable circular saw. It cut just as smooth as when I was a little boy.
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