I should have worn my chest protector

So yesterday, we were working in the backyard, minding our own business (as most of my stories begin).  I was cleaning up weeds, edging and such.  Nothing major.  We have a gas powered weed wacker that after several years, I can finally control REASONABLY well.  I don’t get worried about using the beast.  Well, I had a couple blades I saw … so I wanted to take care of them.  Sarah was in the backyard as well… I fired up the weed wacker and goofed.  Sometimes, the engine gets a little “stiff” so I pulled a little harder.  It fired right up but the next .3 seconds of my life were really quite painful! You see my hand slipped off the “T-Handle” and that T-handle did what, for lack of better things, I will call “boobie-whipped” me!  I grabbed my bousum and danced around the backyard.  Sarah looked at me as if I was insane and thought I was being overly dramatic – maybe I was, but it HURT!

Well… an hour later after a good shower I saw my chest in the mirror.  Below is a photo!  (Fear not, I have censored this for your protection!

Notice the "Handle"

Man … that hurt!  Still does and the mark is still there!  So remember – wear your chest protector when weed wacking!  The nipple you save may be your own!