We just returned from a camping trip about an hour ago, and I was delighted to hear the sound of the blower in the backyard. I figured that Dan had really felt a wave of ambition and was blowing off all of the tent, mattresses, etc. from a dusty campsite. But no000.
When I finally found my way outside to check on what was going on, I found this scene. Our leaf blower propped up and taped to a step ladder, with an empty tonic bottle attached to the end with a hole big enough for a baseball to fit through. Turn it on, and the kid on the other ladder can feed the balls in and send them to the batter. Nice.
We just returned from a camping trip about an hour ago, and I was delighted to hear the sound of the blower in the backyard. I figured that Dan had really felt a wave of ambition and was blowing off all of the tent, mattresses, etc. from a dusty campsite. But no000.
When I finally found my way outside to check on what was going on, I found this scene. Our leaf blower propped up and taped to a step ladder, with an empty tonic bottle attached to the end with a hole big enough for a baseball to fit through. Turn it on, and the kid on the other ladder can feed the balls in and send them to the batter. Nice.
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