I just snapped a pic of the tree that fell down in my front yard. The kids will be glad because they hated picking up its constant barrage of leafs. Now, I'm crouched in the bathroom listening to things shake and things break and things explode outside. My hurricane shutters are up and it's still scary as Hell. What I wouldn't give to be back up in Indiana shoveling snow right now. If I don't make it, tell my children I love them.
