When I say trees, I mean trees of a certain size. Such as, large. You've seen the pictures of trees people can drvie cars through? OK, smaller than that, unless you have a Mini Cooper. You could probably get a Mini through one of those suckers. There were dozens, for moderately large values of dozens, of smaller trees and crap down all over. The fact that nothing hit the house could be seen by some, by which I mean the MOBUMD, as further proof of the existence of a god. I see it as proof of a darn good building planner and a whole lotta luck.
But enough of the existential questions! I'm sure many of you are thinking of a manly weekend for the BUMD, filled with chainsaws and beer, and many more of you are thinking "What about the TSoW?" Well, the good news is you're both right. It was a good manly weekend, filled with chainsaws and beer. The simple combination of those two words, chainsaws and beer, also constitutes the Time Suck of the Week. Nothing makes time fly faster than realizing one of four vital things:
1. You're out of gas.
2. You're out of beer.
3. You're out of branches, trees, small furry things, etc., to chop into wafer-thin slices.
4. That was your leg.
OK, only one person actually nicked his leg, and it wasn't me, and it was only a flesh wound, by which I mean he tore his jeans (I'm impressed that he didn't subsequently wet them), and he wasn't even drinking beer.
You want a timesuck? Grab a chainsaw, a cold sixpack, and head for the hills! Time flies like an eagle, like the man said, and fruit flies...