I have a guy who comes to do the heavy yardwork. I love to grow flowers, but I hate to mow and rake. Chris hates it even more than I, so Donnie Lawnguy is a neccesary addition to our budget.
Yesterday he came around as scheduled and started his big old weed-eater.
The weed-eater hit a rock.
The rock hit my car.
The back window exploded.
Fifteen hundred dollars worth of damage. It's only a Ford, for crying out loud!
My car was lovely, once. Now it has a plastic drop-cloth duct-taped to the gaping maw that was once it's back window.
It's official- Chris and I are "poor white trash"- at least until the repairmen come on Thursday.