...sittin' in a tree!

It's become trendy to try and get around the four word restriction by extending sentences & phrases over multiple submissions in the attempt to sway my diatribes along the lines of those extended themes.

Well, a word of caution. I often don't recieve them in the same order that you submitted them, and since this site has become a little more popular, I often get other's submissions in between your multiple submissions.

Plus, do you think I am gonna let you cheat and bend the rules of my little arrangement here? You get four words and that's all you get. You can write as much as you'd like in the explanation entry (and I am getting some nice, long and flattering ones already!) but you get four words. Count 'em, 4!

With that said, somehow I am sitting in a tree. How I got there, I am not sure. What I am doing there, I have no idea. I could be sitting with the birds, sharing worms and grubs and going over our flightpath north for the summer.

Or I could be building a treehouse for the neighbor's boy. He's standing down on the ground shouting up at me. He hired a foreman to make sure I get the job done right. He's not above browbeating me when it seems like I am not pulling my share of the work. I can't help it, I am doing as much as I can.

Maybe I am just sitting up in a tree, k i s s i n g?

Either way, this isn't arbor day, so I am not gonna dwell on trees for the entire duration of this entry. No one cares about trees anyways. I mean, if they did, they'd chop down a few to make some signs that read "honk if you're for trees!"

And I am tired of all these Bushs running for office. This is getting old. It's becoming a nightmare even I couldn't have imagined. Now things might be better if some of the Busch family started running for office. Then, just then, maybe we'd get some decent beer in the oval office.

But anyways, off to the tree again, I am hanging up a tire swing. My neighbors not gonna like it when he finds a tire missing from his car, but it's payback time!