Surprises

Yesterday was my day to tackle my long over-due weed-eating failure. I gathered up my equipment, checked it for string and gas and reluctantly headed out to the yard.  It didn’t take long before I was sweaty, clogged and tired.  There may have been a little mumbling with a scattering of inappropriate words thrown in as well.  I dislike trimming my yard which makes it worse because I tend to put it off until it is a major undertaking.

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