Speedy My Ass

I've been waiting for "SPEEDY" Tree Service for about six weeks now. Each week Kevin (Mr. Speedy himself) says that he'll be coming around the ghetto "next week". So now it's become a flipp'n joke.

There is a large tree in front of the house that needs to come down, a larger tree hanging over the garage that needs a lot of trimming and there are the little cedar bushes/trees that were damaged this past spring in a snowstorm. They're bent over and need to go. As a matter of fact one of them is being held up with a big stick.

So I'm not holding my breath...just my temper.