We knew this day was in our future and it is here.
The massive silver maple in front of the house has almost entirely blocked the sewage pipe of our house, right at the Y-joint with the neighbours. (That’s private property, by the way. After the Y it becomes city property.) Meaning that we are going to have to get our front sidewalk dug up, and the plumbing replaced. Fortunately there are some city grants and such, but we’ll have to see how that goes. For now, there’s the negotiations with next door, and there’s gonna be a big hole in front of our house. Soon.
May you find a chest of gold when you dig!
Or a place to bury inconvenient bodies.
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Hey! No talking to Christine about my insurance policy!
What, pray, aiabx, in this context, constitutes a convenient body? Hmm?
(“Madam! I am Belgian!”)
Killing your coworker when you work in a dog food factory, and you’re 200 lbs behind your quota. That’s a convenient body.
Or killing someone who’s a smart ass on blogs and tries to top your jokes. No downside to that one either.