The morning starts off normal enough, get up, shower, coffee, open the shades- and WHAT! A Nasty 'ole Christmas tree, tinsel and all, laying in my front yard. My series of thoughts...
1. I am in Cheyenne, this is just another reminder...
2. How the heck am I going to get this thing outta here?
3. I can't beleive someone just threw their tree in my yard because they didn't want to deal with it!
4. Revert to #1. I am in Cheyenne- the wind is crazy, maybe the wind blew it there, but it wasn't crazy last night!
5. Revert to #3, 4, 3, 4, 4, 3, 4, 3, 3, hmmmmm.....
Note Bottom Left corner: Mykah, who hates that tree and at first tries to warn me there is an intruder on our property until I convince her we will not, no we will not, be viciousely attacked by the dead pine needles that will now poke the crap out of me when I try to carry it away. (Revert to #2- How am I gonna get this outta here and where of where will I take it?!?!)
**Special Update: I saw the trash man outside, so I ran out and asked if he would take the prickily krusty tree. He refused. Sam then insisted on dragging it to the corner of the driveway with his one good hand. Wyoming kept up with what we all know and love--the wind. The tree is now gone. I haven't seen it since 11 today and it is no where in sight.
***Special Update #2: I just feel the need to mention that while driving last night I happened to see the "tree in question" down the street trapped underneath an RV. Oh well- their problemo now! Hee Hee!!! So glad the drama's over! Whew!
1 comment:
that is too funny! I about peed my pants
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