My mom will have a heart attack when she sees these pictures of her daughter wielding a chainsaw. She is fearful that I will cut off a toe or my whole leg.
The only near-accident that occurred is that, while I was cutting one end of a propped-up tree and Paul was cutting the other, my end snapped back and almost knocked me out cold to the ground. Almost, Mom. My superhero-like reflexes had me ducking before I took a punch to the face.
What a tiring but fruitful wood-getting day! Next time, Paul can take other men and boys with him. I'll stay home and bake cookies instead.
