Mr. Treebush

I need some help in committing a murder. I need to kill someone... or rather something. I need to get rid of Mr. George A. Treebush.

Last summer, lighting struck the tree in our front yard. Since then, I have been saying I'll cut the rest of it down. Then my chainsaw breaks, and here it is one year later and Mr. Treebush is still here. He's been here so long, he has a name. (I didn't know if I should still call it a tree or a bush; hence, Treebush).

As I was cutting the grass today, I realized how ugly he really looks. I need to end his miserable little life. But then I think of how plain my yard will look. I cut down all of the bushes in front of the house to put pretty flowers and flower bushes. Now, the summer is almost over and my yard is still naked. I have a pretty idea in my head of how I want my yard to look, but it's hard to find the time and money to do it. I'm such a procrastinator :(

I know this really has no point, but instead of cutting him down, I'd rather blog about him. I do have to say though... no house on the whole street looks like ours. And for now, I keep telling myself that's a good thing.

So until then, Mr. Treebush is here to stay...