So I'm on the couch at around 6:30 in the morning trying to prepare my GBBD post when it suddenly starts to get really dark outside. Within a matter of minutes a big bad storm was brewing. I'm not talking about heavy rain, I'm talking about like monsoon type weather.
I was sitting with my knees in the couch looking out the living room window like a 5 year old when suddenly our big tree came crashing down on the house. It didn't make a sound.
Did I ever mention how I have the worst response to danger, ever? When the tree fell I said, in my only slightly raised voice, "oh no, the tree fell on the house." Meanwhile Mr. W is behind me freaking out. "HOLY EXPLETIVE! THE EXPLETIVE TREE! WHAT THE EXPLETIVE?" I have been scolded time and time again for my inappropriate response. Like the time the oven mitt that was ON Mr. W caught on fire. "oh honey, you're on fire." Or the time the garage door was closing on the car. "oh no, the door..."
Here's the view from the street. Thankfully there was no major damage. The awning over the porch is dented and all my newly planted seedlings were squashed to death but it could have been much worse.
The thing that irritates me is that I called the village about this tree last year because I thought it was diseased and they said it was fine. Now millions of carpenter ants have been displaced and I'm sure they are finding their way into the house to eat me in my sleep.