I gave the chimney on my house a haircut today. It had become overrun with thick, ivy vines, that stuck up in the air about two feet, spreading out in different directions. Reminded me of Don King's hair. I'd been ignoring it because I feel Don King is wealthy enough to get his own haircuts. Vines are stubborn too. They sprout hundreds of tentacles that embed themselves in the concrete in between the bricks and hold on for dear life. After two and one-half hours of hacking, chopping, and cutting the chimney was again presentable. Oh, the joy of home ownership. Well, at least I get a guaranteed parking space out of the deal. When you've gone a good part of your life looking for a parking space having one waiting for you is a big deal. People in NYC have been shot over parking spaces. Of course, people in NYC have been shot for stepping on someone's toe. I found myself singing the song, "Up on the Roof" for several hours.
I can never remember how to spell guaranteed.