Truck meets tree

So yeah, a big branch fell on my truck. No wind, no storm...just a resounding crash at 12:30 AM Sunday morning. I awoke with a start to find an empty street and this...

and this...

I just had to laugh. The city showed up at 3:00 AM to do a little chainsawing. The neighbors weren't too happy, but somehow I slept like a baby. There's something about the sound of a Stihl...

So anyway...after my little wreck, the vandalism at 2812, my month-long-cold, and then this, I think I must have paid my karmic debt...whatever stupid little misdeed it's for (not that I buy any of that crap). Anyway, I've been pissing and moaning about driving this behemouth and now I have an excuse to buy something else and I don't have to feel bad about junking the gas hawg.

There's always, ALWAYS, a silver lining.