The boys and I were eating dinner last night when BAM! BOOM! CRASH! it sounded like our house was falling apart.
Okay. The house isn't falling apart. The tree is just tossing limbs around the yard in the crazy Midwest weather we're experience. You know what I'm talking about, 70mph wind gusts, three rounds of hail in two hours, horrendous rain followed by freakish orange sunlight.
You know, Kansas in spring.
Freshly added to the list of weekend activities: pick up the huge branch in the backyard. Oy.
Oh, and figure out how to rebuild the walk-out because that branch smooshed it like melted ice cream. Ack.