Master of The Obvious

We were sitting in the house last night trying to plan out some meals for the rest of the week (thus helping to resist the temptation to pick up dinner on the way home or order pizza). Our neighbors, apparently inspired by the recent thunderstorm, had begun setting off fireworks again. As we progressed from the sound of thunder to the sound of explosions, we suddenly heard a much louder and much closer bang outside the house. I jumped up, saying, "That wasn't fireworks!"

We put our shoes on and ran outside. There on the roof, directly above our bedroom, was a remarkably large limb, recently liberated from the tree next to the house. As we stood out there staring in wonder at the botanical assault on our home (fortunately, it appears there was no damage), three different sets of neighbors came out of their homes to investigate the noise. Well, to be completely accurate two neighbors came out of their homes, and one staggered up from his boat on the lake shore, shirtless, beer in hand, completely drunk. As the drunken neighbor staggered up, another neighbor looked up at the roof, took a drag on his cigarette and said, "You know, you've got a tree on your house."

Thanks. You're a big help.


Until later...