punkin
Don't Quote Me
So, my DH started bushhogging today. I was in the kitchen cleaning windows. DS is at a friend's house riding 4 wheelers.
I looked out my freshly scrubbed window and DH is flying through the back yard and down the driveway on the tractor. So, first thing that goes through my mind is that DS has wrecked and we need to meet him at the emergency room. (Thank God it wasn't that!) My DH opens the kitchen door and his nose is dripping, I mean dripping blood. He said "I ran over a yellow jacket's nest." I ask him is they stung him so many times that it caused his nose to bleed.
"No," he said. "I was swatting them away and I hit myself in the *&^&* nose and busted it!"
I laughed so hard that I had a hard time finding some tissue. He's OK, tho'. We walked up and found the nest, and boy, was it a doosey! He carefully poured gas down the hole. You could have stuck 2 garden hoses in it.
He's on the couch snoozn' right now. Poor baby. He did have a rough day.
I looked out my freshly scrubbed window and DH is flying through the back yard and down the driveway on the tractor. So, first thing that goes through my mind is that DS has wrecked and we need to meet him at the emergency room. (Thank God it wasn't that!) My DH opens the kitchen door and his nose is dripping, I mean dripping blood. He said "I ran over a yellow jacket's nest." I ask him is they stung him so many times that it caused his nose to bleed.
"No," he said. "I was swatting them away and I hit myself in the *&^&* nose and busted it!"
I laughed so hard that I had a hard time finding some tissue. He's OK, tho'. We walked up and found the nest, and boy, was it a doosey! He carefully poured gas down the hole. You could have stuck 2 garden hoses in it.
He's on the couch snoozn' right now. Poor baby. He did have a rough day.
