So I woke up this morning full of energy and wanting to do some yard work. I went to the hardware and was greeted by the young, high school store clerk
"Hello. Can I help you find something today?" He said.
"Why yes." I repied. "I need an axe."
It was all I could do to keep me from adding "...for my wife" to my request (I'm joking, honey). Later, after I attacking a recalcitrant bit of pucker brush, I noticed I was bleeding. A little blood got on the axe handle. It reminded me of a title on my son's iTunes playlist.
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