Another one of my recent flub ups was when I was trying to burn brush. I was always the "supervisor" when my husband did this so this was the first time I did this on my own. He always said he used diesel fuel to start the fire so I grabbed a can of fuel and threw some on the brush. Nope, thats not enough, need to REALLY soak this stuff in cuz I got a lot of stuff to burn. Throw more than half the jug on so its nice and wet. Mind you, 50 percent of this brush is leaves and dry grass and the other 50 percent is stuff I wanted to get rid of like old boards, wicker baskets,boxes, just junk I had lying around here and it was about 10 feet high, yep, just keep piling the junk on, no one will know what I am burning, so when I light this one little match, BOOM! there goes the little tree next to the brush pile as the fire shoots 9,000,000,000 feet in the air! Luckily I had my trusty little hose next to me, but oh oh, it has a kink in it and only a little trickle is coming out. The neighbors are watching me, probably wondering if they need to call the fire department or not, so I run to unkink the hose, while the fire continues to blaze and can probably be seen 4 towns over. The neighbors pace back and forth as the fire rips thru the brush and the temperature around me soars to 5,000 degrees ( no wonder my skin was all red that night). Luckily my trusty hose is now spitting out a good amount of water and the fire settles down a bit. Guess I shouldn't use diesel fuel next time I burn brush. All I kept thinking of was that the fire dept was going to come find me trying to put out a fire on my house instead of the brush pile ( and my high school sweetheart is one of the firefighters, so that would have been a little bit embarrasing).

Don't even get me started on the story about the blower-vac. All I'll say is that it involvles 4 extension cords, a very dirty car, minature tornados in my driveway and a very angry neighbor!! Aaahh, men's work is tough!