Today I decided to trim a couple of cedars around the side of the house. You see, the city will be sending crews around our neighbourhood this week to pick up brush. Why haul it myself when the city will do it for free? My tax dollar$ at work. The trimming turned to cutting, the cutting turned to piling, then there was sawing, hauling, and more piling. Before I knew it, I had a twenty foot-long, three foot-high pile of shrubbery out at the road.It reminded me of that episode of M*A*S*H* in which Hotlips tells Frank that she saves all his love letters. Worried about these being used as blackmail as he's somewhat unhappily married, Frank decides to take a quick look in Hotlips' tent to find them. Well, the looking turns to digging through every last corner of her tent. Hotlips returns, to find Frank asleep under a pile of items, including a ripped-apart pillow quickly losing its stuffing.
It all started out so simply.
