Oh for Pete's sake. What a lame excuse.
Actually, Pete did have something to do with it. We have a winter storm headed our way (thanks a lot tubebender)... so there I was, up on the roof, coating the tv dish with silicone to prevent snow adhesion and such, ya know, so I phoned Pete to remind him to do the same with his dish, and I ended up cleaning out the raingutters too, because the heat cables don't do much good if the trough is filled with leaves, pine cones, and black locust seed pods... which, come to think of it... what the hell is up with that?? Who in their right mind would plant a black locust tree? Okay, so it's only the male trees that dump a pile of seed pods the size of yer average garbage truck on yer roof, lawn, sidewalk, yeeeee - they're all over, and the ten horse two stage snowblower doesn't even spit em out. When it comes to the point that Craftsman horsepower can't even handle the job...
I'm tellin ya, I didn't plant them. IT'S NOT MY FAULT.
Okay, so it was too late to do much else. What, ya think I'm made of time?