My cell phone rang (it was Kevin) and just as I picked it up, before saying hello, Dex started barking his head off and I heard crack crunch crack, and I was screaming "OMG it's falling, it's going to get us!" A half a tree is now resting on my entire back deck, not a foot from the house. And the night's not over yet. I'm so scared I can't stop shaking and crying. Times like these I HATE having hubby gone.