I think I went a little hard on Jolene last night. I jumped all over her for a solid hour, and my back and neck haven’t been right since.
Oh, yeah, Jolene is our trampoline (I’ll explain later). She’s a 15-foot Skywalker that I assembled to 95 percent completion, then disassembled back to the point where I made a fatal mistake, then reassembled, a 5-hour process in all.
Did you know you don’t need any training or certification to assemble these deathtraps? Just the ability to read, operate basic tools (hope you bought the “good” drill) and interpret vague illustrations that make Egyptian hieroglyphs look like calligraphy.
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