For the past three days, we’ve been living a one car life. A 5 passenger car life, that is. With seven us in the household, it was a little bit tricky getting to and from places.
However, we managed, and today, when I was reunited with the mini-van, I fell in love all over again.
Last Saturday, while we were helping out at a service project, a rock flipped up from the weed whacker and hit the back window of the van. The whole thing shattered to pieces.
Now, had we really been living right, the rock would have hit the front windshield that is already cracked.
At least we’ll know how to park at the next service project! ;)