The Night I Became A Man

Yes, you read the title right.

The Night I Became A Man.

Remember the Yard Faeries? And the enormous pile of branches and yard waste they left in my yard?

Well, a slightly different group of angels came to my yard last week. We'll call them the Waste Angels of Destruction.

They brought this machine to my house Friday evening:

And it ate all the branches that had been cut down.

I sat on the stairs to my deck, and watched. For the entire time they were here.

There were other things I could have been doing. Girlie things. Dishes. Laundry. Watching a movie.

I chose not to do those things. I chose to sit outside and grow testosterone.

And thus, I became a man. Simply by watching the manly display of the Waste Angels of Destruction.

But at least my yard is clean.