I thought my two wheel hand cart was in the cellar. It wasn’t. It was on the back patio. The hollow tubes that make up the frame were full of water.
Welp, I won’t be loading up all of electric do-dads onto that sucker now will I? That means more trips back and forth, to and from the car, and more aspirin to hopefully let my back survive the night.
May that be the only thing that goes wrong.
Inside the Red Head's Head 