Tuesday, May 12, 2009

it could have been me


This is a really tragic story. But it’s also the reason that last week when Bryan was using the chainsaw to cut down a tree in our front yard at 9:00 at night, I was inside taking care of our boys instead of being outside watching. I’m sure the neighbor lady who watches from her kitchen window was thinking that I am lazy, but it isn’t that – it all ties back to my intense fear of freak accidents.

This is also the reason I refuse to get near a running combine or industrial sized-potato masher.

1 comment:

He Sorta Godly said...

I read that and couldn't believe it. That's just the kind of thing you can't make up. Terrible.