I'm working on a SAVE THE TREE campaign in our town because the city plans on cutting down one of the oldest landmark Eucalyptus trees in the neighborhood. The trees resides on the hillside behind our next door neighbor's house and we have a nice view of it from our study window. I love to watch the branches sway in the wind against the bright blue sky. I've already written a letter to the city and am even attending my first town hall meeting tomorrow night! My neighbor and I are armed with signed petitions and a slew of reasons as to why this tree should not be chopped. The towns people better listen or else I'll go all Erin Brokovich on their asses!!Tonight after I read my letter/speech to Tom I said I wanted to have a parade and make Save our Tree t-shirts and signs and circle round the tree shouting "SAVE OUR TREE! SAVE OUR TREE!" Tom cringed because he knows he has no choice but to be part of this so I demonstrated what would happen at the parade. Chumley was lying close by so I scooped him up and stomped around the family room chanting "SAVE OUR TREE! SAVE OUR TREE!" with Chums leading the way. Tom buried his face in the couch cushion pleading for me to stop. Of course environmentally conscious Wrigs hops up and grabs a nearby sock on the floor (I didn't clean the house today) and starts prancing behind me and Chum. At least I can count on those two.
And if that doesn't work work I'll have to resort to plan B.
3 comments:
Lord- I hope Plan A works for you.
Good luck!!!
Just please don't put that stupid red streak in your hair! And, you should use those fuzzy handcuffs you and Tom like, since they'll be a lot more comfortable. Good luck!
I hope plan A works but I think you could send some film of Chumley's love nips and use it as a threat as plan B.
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