Ok, I just had to post this - because I think it is pretty funny.

My husband has always wanted a motorcycle.  One of his co-workers was able to find him one, with a really cheap monthly payment.. it was bought from a friend of a friend. He was so excited.. like a kid in a candy store.  His fellow coworkers do the bike runs for the childrens hospitals, family outings and such...  Although I was scared to death, I agreed and last Saturday he picked up the bike.

Well, Sunday morning, of the NEXT day (around 4:30 am) I hear this LOUD CRASH!  It is pouring and storming, and my husband throws on his rain gear and runs outside to see what is was.  He comes back inside a few minutes later, soaking wet.  He looks at me and says "a tree fell on my bike!"  I laugh, thinking he is joking... but, nope!

As soon as the sun hits the ground, he is outside.. and sure enough a tree that we had been debating on if we should take down fell over right on his new bike!  He looked like a kid stearing into  a candy store, when he couldnt by anything!

Turns out, it seems only to have some minor damage.  He took it to the shop today to get it looked at.  So far havent heard back...say a prayer it wont be to much.

We were at a church party last night, and he asked our priest to bless it when he gets it back! Prob. should have done that first-

Not sure if this was a "sign" or not.. but, I thought it was funny... does that make me bad?