So the other day Tim and I decided that our lot was entirely too "wooded" (as a realtor would say), and that we were tired of living with the daily fear of getting smashed into our bed by a 90-foot pine tree with shallow roots and a double top, growing 5 feet outside our bedroom window.
Tim went outside to take a good look around. Hattie, who had dressed herself (in 40 degree weather) in biker shorts, a camo t-shirt, and hot pink boots with no socks, decided to come along.
What's that? Hattie, you want to take a picture, too? Well, okay.
Yep. It's time for some of these home- and life-threatening trees to come down. So we make a few phone calls and talk to a couple of people.
Ding Dong! There's someone at the front door! Who could it be? Why, it's Mr. Bucket Truck! Hello, Mr. Bucket Truck! Careful of the flowers, there!
Oh look! I can see Mr. Bucket Truck through the living room window, too! The what? The spiderwebs? Oh, that's because we live in a haunted mansion.
Wait, let me take a look out of the bedroom window just to make sure. Yep, that's a bucket truck, all right.
Um, sure. Just make yourself comfortable. That's as good a place as any, I guess. Mind you don't slip!
Check back soon for some fun 'after' photos!