Just an open letter to the universe:
To whomever smashed the Hubby’s windshield in the wee hours of the morning, when we were asleep,
Oh, thank you SO MUCH for effectively making the Hubby’s birthday today a downer, on top of the 12-hour prepping that he’s been doing since Thursday, in order to get his online class in shape.
It’s not the end of the world, but… JEEZ. We got his windshield replaced just last year (a chip that turned into a crack), and — no — warranty and his insurance did not cover it.
The Irate Lizardqueen