Dangers of Flower Planting

Don't tell anybody this, but, the other day while out planting flowers I was squatting down and managed to step on a rake just the right way to cause the handle to pop up and strike me. I thought I was going to pass out. If not already, I'm pretty sure my child producing days are over. I didn't think Amber saw the incident, so I felt it best not to tell her. Today I told Amber I was going out to finish planting flowers as soon as I changed clothes. When I went into the bedroom, Amber had laid out a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, sox and an athletic supporter along with a catcher's cup. What can I say?