Renee: “Kim! over yonder, downed pole.”
Kim: “It’s caught up on the lines! Their too high to reach!”
Renee: (diving headlong into a bramble patch, surfing down shale) “It aint too high to reach, no stinkin pole is too high to reach!”
Kim, taking a break from ordering me around
Kim: “Well!”
Renee: “If I stand on my tiptoes I am just able to caress the end of this crossarm!”
Kim: (gingerly stepping over the brambles and stepping softly over the shale) “Ratsass I stepped in a puddle!”
Renee: “I’m going to cut the wire! Look out!
Kim: “Those are tin snips”
Renee: Fine! We’ll saw those puppies off!”
Kim: “Ratsass I stepped in a puddle!”
They waved and smiled
Kim: “Lift me! I’ll unscrew those spools!”
Renee: “I can’t lift you!”
Kim: “Sure you can, your a sturdy girl, lift me!”
Renee: “Ugh”
Kim: “Got em, put me down! I’ll take them over there, Ratsass I stepped in a puddle!”
Renee: (sawing off the last of the insulators within reach, we have short arms) “Come here help me carry these!”
Kim: “Ratsass I stepped in a puddle!”
Kim: “Your ear is bleeding! blood is gushing down your neck!”
Battle Scars
Renee: “Really? Take a picture!”
This is when we decided: