I would have to say the best part of Saturday's are when your sitting on the couch watching the football game and your dad comes out and says "Time to work as a family in the yard."
"Yay!" We are all thinking right? Um, no.
So I slowly I go downstairs and find some old clothes to put on, drag myself up the stairs and walk outside.
"Got your gloves?"
"No."
"Better go get them so you can work"
So I'm ready to go. Got my gloves, got my cutting tools. Let me just tell you something. I am scared to death of nature. Everything just either grosses me out, or I'm scared of it. Even a stinkin' little spider. My sister Aubrey and I are assigned to cut the bushes. Ok that's fine. I'll help do that. I had my scissors and I pulled them apart, and guess what happens. I pulled the scissors so hard the spring came out and I broke the scissors. Goodbye Dad's birthday present.
My dad likes working outside, he likes working in the yard, and making it look beautiful. I think I might like it better if I wasn't so scared. In gym everyone is like "You are scared of the outdoors aren't you?" Well yes I am. So Aubrey and I are cutting down the plants, I started screaming so loud because of a spider the size of a nickle. And then I scream because of every other bug I see.
Working in the yard always ends up more fun then I think it's going to be. I think everyone would rather be doing something else. But it's not to bad. Even though I spend most my time running, screaming, or trying to fix the scissors. Maybe one day I will like nature. (But probably not :)
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