chagrin

Funny how life has a sense of humor. I had the house all to myself tonight, so with nobody to play with, I ate 2 bowls of cheerios, ran some laundry, placed a book order and ran the vacuum around the house. I was "puttering" as my mother would say. Thought I'd suck up the latest dead of my not-so-friendly box elder bug infestation just outside my front door. It was right then and there on March 6th that I saw this:

I'm sure this tiny tree is just laughing at me, knowing that my words have turned against me and he's standing right there to mock me about it. Does anyone remember my earlier post/rant? I went off about how Mr. Ihrig just wasn't feelin it in terms of moving our beastly Christmas tree. It was just too darn heavy for me to move all by myself, so I had to wait it out. Hmmm. does this little coniferous fellow look that intimidating? I'm not sure that I could lift all 24 inches of him out of that pot. Whatever, I guess I've just really let myself go. Seriously, I'm going to post this and then it should take me about 2 minutes to get rid of the tree. What on earth is my problem?

I think I feel a post coming on... something about wanting some meaner neighbors. Somebody needs to move in that would just ring the door and say, "Nice potted fake Christmas tree. Can I borrow an egg?" Yeah, that's coming next, meaner neighbors needed on Quail Run.