First, the big branch that split and fell from this tree on our sidewalk:
|Sad and breaky|
But you'd be proud of me. I sawed it off myself (after borrowing a saw from a neighbor). Even climbed a ladder. (My problem with ladders is well documented. Click here for said documentation.) And I chopped it up just in time for the special hurricane trash pick-up:
|Had to bust out the rain booties|
|Warped and Moldy (like many old people I know)|
All that being said I must share one final definitive word about Hurricane Irene: whore.
Peanut and I experienced Irene without my wife. Click here to read about it. But as the storm hit, Peanut showed me her very best. Click here to read about that.