A Manly Man

On Saturday, I was prepared to demonstrate my machismo to the world. You see, a large tree from Mike The Neighbor's yard (note: best lawn ever!) fell down, knocking over our fence, and landed on our trampoline (ruined) and yard (not ruined).

The tree removal party was organized: Mike The Neighbor (hereby-for-to-with called MTN), Trevor (Traci's brother), Melissa (Trevor's girlfriend/sig other/special friend), and Kevin (who managed to take a break from his friends). (I'll try to cut back on the parentheses - they're bugging me, too.)

Trevor brought his chainsaw, and I thought that it would be so rockin' manly to use a chainsaw, and cut up some logs. After three hours of work, and cutting down a second tree belonging to MTN which was leaning toward our yard, I only touched the chainsaw once. Trevor asked me to hold it for him while he climbed a ladder. It wasn't on, so I couldn't even rev it up or anything. However, I excelled at carrying branches from the yard area to the side of the house, which now resembles a beaver dam, without the water or animals, and built with pine branches instead of other sticks and stuff.

So, yeah, I touched a chainsaw. So there.