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w March 07, 2006

Oak Trees Are Evil

Our house is surrounded by oak trees, lovely, yes? Yes, if you are on the outside looking in. From the inside looking out, they are fine and all, but it's more what they DO in my house that annoys the everliving fricketyfrack out of me.

Take a look at a dried oak leaf. Spiky, yes? Brittle, yet tough, yes? Sneaky? OH YES. Somehow they manage to weasel their way into our house on a regular basis, which would be fine if our vacuum cleaner could handle them. I won't go into my diatribe against our vacuum cleaner here, but suffice it to say, it gets crabby if oak leaves are forced into it, whether right at the beater head or in the hose later, whatever. So fine, we leave the oak leaves. Look for the broom. No broom. Where is the broom? Never mind, I'll use the dry mop. Which also gets crabby if it's expected to do any work. The head fell off for the LAST TIME in this girl's book. I chucked it and kicked the oak leaves out the door as best I could.

Sacred trees
they may have been, but let it be known here and now, I hope if I move from this house, I will NEVER have to endure oak leaves again in a residence.

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