For some reason Billy doesn't want me to use the axe when he isn't around.
I have no idea why.
I'm sure it has nothing to do with this:
This was the result from my run in with a saw last week.
It also, I'm sure, has nothing to do with this:
This was the result from my run in with a knife a few days ago.
I thought it was strange that the blood created a smiley face on my hand.
"Wilson!"
Remember the movie Castaway?
I didn't like it.
I'm sure it has nothing to do with this:
Its a cactus thorn in my backside.
No on else on the desert tour got a cactus thorn in their booty.
Hmmm.
Hmph.
Hmmm.
I have no idea why.
This person is never clumsy:
Its my cousin Margaret.
She is never ever clumsy.
She did get a bad drivers license picture once though.
It was one of those times where someone tells you it's bad but in your mind you think "Oh, its probably not that bad." But then you see it and you think "Wow. That is bad."
I bet her husband doesn't mind when she uses the axe when he isn't around.
Because Billy doesn't want me to use the axe I have to make fires with kindling that I can find.
It's cold, I don't want to look for kindling.
Its time to call in the minions!
Hey you!
"Yes dearest mother?"
"No tv until you gather me some kindling."
Faster than the speed of light this appears:
Good job, minion!
Poor Margaret.
Her minions are too small to gather kindling.
Its a good thing she can use the axe.