I spent a couple hours in the front yard this afternoon sawing up this tree:
Those branches are bigger than they look. And also, the saw I used was about an inch and a half wide and maybe fourteen inches long.
A woman from down the street saw me sawing away, announced that I’d NEVER get that tree cut up, and offered to send her husband and his chain saw over later on. I took her up on it, then slowly realized (with great horror) that she was one half of the people who have the bumper sticker that I so want to vandalize. It is an anti gay marriage little slice of hate, slapped on the back of their jeep. I knew I could never live with myself if I let him help me out, so I did it myself.
It took forever and I can already feel it all over. When I came in I
was still feeling burly, so I waxed my eyebrows before I took a shower.
I have to go drop the big kids off with their dad and then come home and do more laundry. I am in love with those machines. Really.