A problem I never thought I'd have.

Ever had your house bombarded by a constant barrage of golf balls? Me neither. Until I made the ill-fated decision to build my house under a giant walnut tree.

In case you didn't know, walnuts grow on trees in these big ball-casing things that make them much bigger, somewhere in between golf and tennis balls and every bit as dense as a baseball.

This time of year, there are HUNDREDS of walnuts hanging from the tree, and the only way they can fall is down. Right on top of my house.

Day and night, they bounce off of the roof and echo throughout the house, it's so loud. It's like living smack-dab in the middle of a driving range. (Now I know why people don't build houses on driving ranges.)

Even better is that the baby's room is on the top floor, so you can imagine how many consecutive hours of sleep we're getting right now. What was I thinking?!

Who else has this problem? Nobody that I know of. Does this make me officially retarded? (Don't answer that.)

Sometimes you feel like a nut.....sometimes you DON'T.

Ack!!!