For example: the hubby was changing the windshield wiper blades on my car. We were on our way out to the store so I was sitting patiently in the passenger seat (like that image?? – that is a slight exaggeration), Restart. I was angrily changing the radio channel from talk news, BACK to my music station and the kids were in the back already complaining about where we were going which was annoying me.
On the other side of the glas, the hubby was patiently putting the final touch on the passenger side blade, he smiled at me through the windshield, I imitated a smile at him. Life was good. (Getting better)
Until the blade escaped his hand and smacked into the windshield. HARD. Two tiny lines appeared before my eyes.
You know that moment of horror when you feel a strong need to smile? WHAT IS THAT?? Why do you have the urge to smile when something horrible happens and you are seemingly the only one wanting to do that too??
I kind of half smiled/cringed at him and he just gaped at me.
It did ruin the evening. Kind of hard getting over a $300 mistake when you were trying to be nice.
Makes you want to shake your fist at the sky, doesn’t it?
|It Could have been Worse|
Those two little cracks are making a slow trek up the windshield each day- competing with each other for length.
The real irony here: Bonus = $300. Cracked Windshield = $300. Savings for vacation = $0