P: Hi Babe.
M: (groggily) Hey, what's up?
P: (calmly) I hit a tree.
M: (deciphering if he's serious or not) Are you serious?
P: (seriously) Yeah. I'm serious.
M: (concerned) Are you O.K.? Do you need me to come get you?
P: No. I'm alright. I just drove over it.
M: (relieved and annoyed) What?
P: A tree fell over by Charlie's place. I didn't see it in time and I drove over it.
M: Ah. Is the car O.K.?
P: Yeah. It was only about 4" in diameter. You'll see it on your walk today.
The remnant of the roadkill spruce Pat hit this morning. It seems that Charlie worked early to clear the carcass. Perils of living in Alaska.
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