In the jungle, the mighty jungle of Sherman Oaks, the Queen palm trees rustle in the tropical breeze...
Depositing pretty little dates in our yard...
Orange jewels that tempt a certain jungle beast and later wreak havoc on his delicate digestive tract...
Prompting hubby, half-hidden in the jungle, to climb up, up, up... and try in the manliest way to chop down the offending fruity fronds... with limited success.
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