Now to answer all of the questions that have arisen from the last post: (No names are being used to protect the guilty.)
Ahem... Yes, I get it. Fan e-mail is a pun. Clever? You decide.
No, I'm (not so) sorry to say that the aforementioned misadventure won't be played and replayed on You Tube.
Yes, the tree cutter guy from South Carolina was a hunka hunka, but he was hired via telephone sight unseen. We only met briefly in the bank parking lot when/where I paid him. And you are welcome for his number... Not that you sounded desperate OR ungrateful!
No, I will not show you my panties even though the neighbors saw them without even asking.
Yes, I am a little clumsy and yes, that was my second spill of the week and yes, I did blame both on the weather. NO, no one else felt the need to point that out. Thank you for doing so.
Yes, I do have a few battle scars. A flimsy little branch, much more pliable than most, managed to smack me in the mouth and bust my bottom lip. My knees, shins, and backside are covered in scratches and sadly, bruises. I did, however, manage to complete the clean up WITHOUT breaking a nail! That, people, is my true measure of SUCCESS!
If I failed to answer your question... Too bad! Unless you are brave enough to actually post it as a comment here rather than sending a chicken-like e-mail, don't bother asking.