May 24, 2010

• Broke

  4:00 pm is when the rubber meets the road around here. 
  In particular,
  when The Boy and I sashay on out to the van
  (well, I sashay, he meanders…),
  peel out of the driveway and make for the dojo. 
  At 4:01 today,
  I locked the gate,
  smooched my math-teaching sweetie,
  hopped in,
  unlocked the door for Jake,
  reached for my door and slammed it shut. 
  Immediately there was a loud clanking sound from behind me,
  like the sound of a large heavy tow chain falling to the floor in the back of the van.
  I turned around to look,
  wondering why I should be hearing that sound,
  dimly remembering that the tow chain is usually stored in the back of the suburban…
  and discovered this:

  

  
  It would appear this was done with a BB-gun.

  
  Stinkin’ vandals.

  The window repair guy will be here between 7:30 am and noon tomorrow.
  And it will cost $375.
  Lovely.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  And then I had a quiet and leisurely sit in the shade, windows down, breeze ruffling my hair,
  crocheting and listening to the radio during karate.

  Arrived home, and discovered that this morning,
  
  I had forgotten about my quart jar of tea in the freezer.

  

  Oops.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  I’d like to think that is all I will find broken today.

  ~*~*~*~*~

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