That ain't a weed wacker!

Well, Dustin's 2nd interview went great. They are supposed to call him this week and let him know for sure but we're hoping that all is a go!!

We all know Dustin's obsession with power tools, powerful equipment and anything that can destroy something else. So a few weekends ago, I was helping him mow the lawn by taking care of the trimming.

Dustin brought a gas powered Stihl weed wacker into our marriage and the thing was on it's last leg. Every time I used that tool for trimming I would tell myself that next time it would just be easier to use a pair of kitchen scissors. The thing would constantly break down and I'd have to bother Dustin to fix it and the entire "mowing" process would take twice as long as it should. I actually had a dream about running the thing over with the van and woke up with a smile on my face.

Well, my nemisis finally died and we'd been searching for a replacement. Of course we can't get some middle-priced, new, fully operational weed wacker. He has to call his old small engine buddies to see what they've got.

Well, his old co-worker had a year old gas powered Stihl weed wacker that he'd sell to him for $75. I told him to go ahead and get if he thought it was a good deal. His exact quote to me was, "Beth, it's basically brand new and it's about as top of the line as you can go." Fine, Dustin. Take care of it.

So Johnny stops by on Saturday and drops it off. They chit chat for awhile and he leaves. I come out to see the thing and see a problem immediately. Dustin is WAY too excited!

This thing is basically a commercial grade tool. It's huge, awkward and doesn't even have strings. IT HAS SAWS! He starts laughing at my reaction and says, "Yeah, you might have to be careful using this around the fence. Cuz' it can cut down 2 inch trees." Uh, are you serious?

The guy who sold it to him has 2.5 acres of land and said the reason he was selling it was because it was too much of a power tool for HIM! TWO AND A HALF ACRES PEOPLE!! We have a city lot!

All I did was shake my head and inform him that he just picked up weed wacking duties because there was no way I was using that thing.

The next day we go over to Larry and Toni's and I realized that my husband is training my son to be just like him with his fascination with anything gas powered.




I could hear Josh squealing with joy over the roar of the engine. I looked at Toni and said, "If this is another boy, I'm screwed."