Eric & I woke up the other night to a shattered window in our bedroom. Funny....neither of us were alarmed upon hearing the sound. What does that say about our ability to handle a crisis?
It turns out that Lucky, who is always sitting & watching out the window, had somehow tapped on our window one too many times. Possibly with his chew bone in his mouth.
Regardless, my super husband went straight to work the next day tracking down a new window. He had it installed within an hour. On his first window-install attempt. The new window is white, as opposed to the existing black windows. SO now it's 1 window down, 16 to go. Booooo!!! There are so many other things I would rather have than 16 new windows.
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Isn't that the truth!
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