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Kiss My Aster Public Service Announcement
I’m not one to preach about safety. In fact, it’s one of my least favorite words (except when used in this particular case). I think about safety so infrequently that it’s truly amazing that I’m here to blog about it. Never even broke a bone.
When someone tells me to "drive safely" I roll my eyes and play "drive in England", while yelling loudly "DRIVE IN ENGLAND! DRIVE IN ENGLAND!".
When someone tells me to "be safe" I run roller skate with scissors, steak knives and a pair of brand new, razor sharp Felcos.
When you tell me to "be careful" I’ll leave my Coffee Mate a little too close to the camp fire.
That being said, I’d be a real knucklehead to not get a tetanus shot every 10 years. And inevitably something sharp and rusty happens to me about a week after I receive a tetanus shot, you could set your Google Calender by it.
It’s just a matter of time til you…
- Run a spade through a toe
- Fall aster-first on a pitch fork
- Pick up an innocent looking piece of vintage razor wire
- Get in a wheel barrow collision
- Cultivate your left hand
OR
- Hoe yourself in the shin
This post brought to you by Tetanus Shots For Gardeners, LLC. "It’s not the law- but you don’t want lockjaw!"
This photo has nothing to do with this post, except that I have written the post AND worn the socks.
Ok- I want to hear your tetanus HORROR stories*.
In the forum, on Twitter or on my favorite place on Earth- the Kiss My Aster Facebook page.
*Even if you have to make up the stories…
