Oh by the way, folks,
Today we wonder how big of a picnic we'd hafta host for the crown to eat this much Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Yesterday nothing happened. The tree chopping contractor was busy in the other end of the county.
Today it's raining, with lightning and thunder. Bad day for the tree-chopping contractor to send anybody up in a nice lightning-rod-shaped sky-bucket, so the tree is just gonna hafta wait for a better day.
Signs of life