The treehouse I'm building for my twin 5 year olds is going to be just behind my fenced in backyard in the woods. I've had to clear away underbrush, chop down small trees...and then there's the briars. Briars, briars, briars, and behind those briars? More briars. In years past, the briars and I have had a mutual understanding, they give me black berries, I'm ok with their existence. Now, though, they had to go. I've gotten everything cleaned up and out, and the path to the treehouse spot as well as the area under and surrounding it look great. My arms, on the other hand, look like I tried to give a cat an enema. You may wonder, "Hey, Mickey, why are you so scratched up? Why didn't you wear long sleeves?" My answer? I'll say "pride." You may call it "stupidity," but I say "pride." Once I'd determined I was going to clean the place up, I went out, head strong with short sleeves. And, well, once you're out there and have started, there's no turning back for a wardrobe change!
