So there's a bush just off my stoop that has gotten out of hand. The damned thing has grown as tall as the eave. And every time I walk by, I think to myself, "I have to trim that back." Well tonight, I finally snapped. And I was out in the front yard at 1:30 in the morning, barefoot, with pruning shears, chopping that bitch back. And yes, I did think of this while I was doing it.