Death To Thorns!

Donna and I have both shed blood in the battle against our evil backyard mesquite tree, but we are having the last laugh. Well, the second to last laugh. Tom and his crew cut most of the tree down, but storms and fatigue kept them from finishing the job. Tom even took a thorn in the foot. Cursed tree. Hopefully, by the end of this week, it will all be nothing more than a memory and a bloody... er... sappy stump.

One for the General...

Apparently, there are some unwritten blogging rules out here on the World Wide InterWeb of which I am not aware. Fortunately, Amy is out there, keeping everyone on their toes and compliant. At the top of the list is this very important guideline:

Update your blog frequently. Or daily. Or hourly.

Well, I probably won't be able to keep up that kind of pace, but I will throw this out there:

Bionic Pants.