I giggled and assured him they would.
"How do you know?" he asked. "And what is so funny about that?"
Turns out, I had called the city about that very issue after a major storm a few years ago. Several large tree limbs were piled at my curb, and I was concerned they were too big for the the city's yard debris services.
"Are they skinny?" the female sanitation worker asked. "Or are they big and fat?"
"Um, long and skinny," I said. "But they are very long."
"Honey, it doesn't matter how long the branches are," she said, "It's the thickness of the branch that really counts. You know what I mean?"
I couldn't see her over the phone, but I am fairly certain she winked at me.
"I think I do," I said.
And now you know. As if you didn't already.
|My tree is not amused. I can't wait until he talks to me.|