The Match

If you were to look at me right now, you might notice a small, red, straight bruise on my forehead. This is an interesting battle scar. A few nights ago there was a storm, boasting 60-70 mph winds, that ripped through my neighborhood.

While evaluating the aftermath, I decided to do what most single women homeowners must do in these situations...and it's not call the lawn company to take care of it...I started dragging limbs to the front curb.

As I worked diligently, one limb jumped up and slapped me - right across the forehead! His hopes were to discourage me and remind me, "You're a girl." So I pinned him and sawed his arm off. Then I told the devil to get behind me, dragged that limb to the front yard and kicked him to the curb. 

Just saying. :)