Just Call Me Harry...

My Mom has been asking my brother and I to trim the hedges in front of our house for ages so we finally went out this afternoon and got to work. Now, by trim I don't mean just a little bit of maintenance, we're talking hacking away at a giant 7 foot hedge and a smaller 4 footer. Dare I say that neither Jeremy nor I have ever gotten our hands on our Dad's electric hedge trimmer before, nevermind been shown how to use it properly. For that matter I've never trimmed the hedges with anything other than tiny pruning sheers. Anyway, Jeremy and I were having a little too much fun and I was laughing away. Suddenly I felt a throbbing in my forehead... apparently I had somehow bend over in my fit of laughter and hit my head on the handle of the electric trimmer which Jeremy was holding. It hurt pretty badly (and is still sore) but the entertaining part of this story is that the indent in my forehead has since turned into a red line approximately two inches in length. Jeremy has been cracking Harry Potter jokes at my expense all afternoon and will no doubt continue for the next while... that is until he finds something else to make fun of me about. [he says that won't be very hard or take very long] *sigh* at least I'm a big Harry Potter fan... Too bad my mark isn't in the shape of a lightening bolt...