So the other day I was sitting on my couch enjoying a classic episode of ‘Reba,’ when I hear what sounded like a banging on the door. I thought Jenn was trying to get in but had her hands full and so being the loving and considerate husband that I am, I got up to open the door. Jenn wasn’t there. Instead, I opened the door to find this laying across my walkway.

Yeah, a friggin’ tree fell right in front of our apartment. As I was snapping this picture a neighbor suggested that I crawl underneath and he would take a picture and then swear that it fell on me. Since it could have meant I would never again have to pay rent, I thought about. In the end though, I decided it was probably best to walk away with a great story.

Seriously, how does a tree just fall over in front of my house?