SOUNDS LIKE MICE SCURRYING THROUGH THE WALLS AND/OR A BURGLAR TRYING TO SCALE THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE
Me: Shut UP!
A tree whips around, improbably, to hit the front of the house.
Me: Daddy! Someone is trying to break in to my room!
My mom: Are there mice in the walls?
My dad: I'll go take care of this.
Half an hour later...
My dad: I cut down some branches.
At midnight. He went outside and cut down branches.
Cut to 3 a.m.
Me: Oh my GOD! Will this wind never stop? That's IT, I'm putting in earplugs!
Friday morning, 9 a.m.
A co-worker: Hey, where's your smile?
Me: I'll TELL you where my smile is.