I really need to sweep up all the damn leaves in my back yard!! God I hate that tree. Linda told me to pour gasoline into the roots—that kinda reminds me of murder (!!) and it would be just my luck that some skallywag would toss his cigarette there and then not only would the tree be gone, but my house as well…

We have been in the woods almost every weekend working on the camp.  Murdering trees, shredding the evidence, splitting murdered trees, stacking split murdered trees, burning murdered trees.  Generally the whole tree murdering cycle.
And drinking at the bar.