Ka-pow

A tree fell in my house.

There was a big storm. On the fourth of July. It happened not on me, (because I was pooling, steaking, and new firefly vodka sweet-teaing at the time) but on my house. We have now, a new, several room-sized sky light. There is debris everywhere (okay, there WAS debris everywhere, my landlady's husband n' friends cleaned it up today). But nontheless, there is a DISASTEROUS amount of damage

And all I can do is chuckle.

None of my important (see-macbook/shoes/ridiculously comfy bed) stuff has been marred. But Matt and I are currently out of house and home. I'm not even sure what is to come of this.

By luck, chance, good karma, or divine intervention, I am house-sitting this week is a sick-nasty colonial in the swanky part of Shandon.

Seriously, though....wtf. I don't think I've been upset by it yet because I haven't really been home for more than a night at a time since I got back from das Chinaland.

dude.