protect kara from power tools

So my hubby and oldest son thought it would be a hoot to pull off a surprise birthday party for me when I turned the big 4-0. And they succeeded. I had 25 people pull into the driveway as I was in the middle of canning pickles. (Great timing, and it only flustered me a little. Okay that's a lie. I was a lot flustered.)

The invitations told everyone I like power tools, but power tools don't like me. Guests were instructed to bring something to help protect me. And unfortunately, I have a very creative family.

So, my "protection gear" included a hard hat decorated with puffy paint, a face shield, first aid kits, pain meds, scar ointment, football shoulder pads, roller blading knee and elbow pads, antique hand tools and power tools that don't work and (not pictured) a nut cup.

Why would they do this you ask? Find out here and here. Unfortunately, I do have a love/hate relationship with power tools. Mostly love, but once a while they decide to take it out on me.

So, everyone had their fun with me and someone so kindly snapped a picture. Since I have absolutely no self-respect, I shared it with you. Happy birthday to me. Now, I'm going to go buy myself a router.