So, on Martin Luther King Jr. day we drove over to Tampa to visit some old friends. About 20 miles outisde of Tampa i hear glass breaking LOUDLY. So, as any mother knows, I did a mental inventory and could come up with nothing in the messy car that should cause that noise. After the split second inventory I yell back "what was that?" I didn't look back since it was raining and I couldn't see more than a couple feet in front of me. Poor Henry yells "my window." Here it is, in the progressive stages as we drove to our friends.
We tried to get it fixed in Tampa, but they couldn't come out in time. So I punched it out and my friend and I cleaned it up and we drove home. Weird.
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