pick me?

i'm always amazed when someone hands me a tool of any kind. i can't get out of my house without hurting myself, how can i be trusted with a dangerous tool? my favorite canadian, carmen, still won't let me live down the time i cut an extension cord with a saw--and i won't let him live down the fact he was dumb enough to let me handle one.

i went to meet a friend for coffee and found him in his back yard digging trenches. (he claims it's for sprinklers, but i have my suspicions otherwise. it looks like prime dead body real-estate.) despite being in pretty shoes that don't mix well with dirt i had to dig for a minute. suprisingly, no one was harmed, including myself.