A bun and the new weedeater

A theme will emerge this week of some folks holding an index finger aloft, expressionless.  This because when I used the new weed-eater, Rafe watched me and then with zero emotion just held one digit up, as in saying "We're number one!" but with a face that seemed to be doing nothing, although possibly checking wind direction.  Lynch-y.

Anyway, here he checks out the new machine.  Which rules.