|Sarah's weekly attempt at being funny.|
Case-in-point: I attended a wilderness-ish girls' camp when I was a teenager (we had cabins and running water and electricity, sure, but it was still "roughing" it). One of the classes we took was on proper use and handling of axes and hatches. (See? That's pretty wilderness-y.) The intelligent adults teaching the class knew me well. Too well. My certification test went something like this... "If we were to give you an ax, how would you use it." Then I pantomimed the proper use of an ax. These people were smart. If anyone was going to die in hatchet class, it would have been me. I actually ended up with a pretty grotesque injury from the class on tying knots, but that's a story for another day.
So, we're all on the same page about the I-shouldn't-be-within-100-feet-of-sharp-objects thing, right? Good. Today's Friday Funny will consist of a picture and a caption that pretty much sums up the relationship I have with tools. From earlier this week:
|I caught the saw, and the saw won.|