The Husband is very capable and level-headed. He does not usually take unwarranted risks. He is quite good at building things and handling tools and machines. (Heck, he's even considering building a log house! Nah, it'll never happen.) Except for this craziness last winter, I'm usually not up for a nasty surprise when I visit The Lake and witness the miracle of logs.
So, you can imagine my discomfiture when I was a journalistic party to this scene on Friday:
"Too tight! Johnny, where's the chainsaw?"
"And the angle's a little wrong, too...."
"Eeeeeeeeeek!!" (That was me.) Oh, I'm sorry, did you need some perspective on this scene to be as horrified as I was?
Shaving a log with a chainsaw 14 feet IN THE AIR. *Thump* (That was me. Knocking my head on a stump as I fainted.)