Things fall down. Literally. That's not a metaphor, it's fucking gravity

This is the picture my wife emailed me at work yesterday. That's my driveway. That's part of my tree. They're buddies now. It's a little hard to get perspective on that, but the branch is probably, what...thirty feet long? And it's ten inches at the base. Pretty heavy. So the first thing I got to do when I got home yesterday was man up and saw off a couple of the limbs that were holding it in place, then drag the branches and twist so the whole thing would come free and fall. I didn't even crush the flowerbed by the driveway. Pretty awesome. I felt cocktastic afterwards. SPARTA!

And then apparently there were a bunch of tornadoes and drenching rains and baseball sized hail, but where I was it didn't even rain.