In the backyard there's an almost eight year old boy who has hit all of his lightweight plastic baseballs over the fence. Being a resourceful child, he finds a rock of about the same size as his baseballs.
Rock, meet sliding patio door.
Did you know that tempered glass continues to crack for more than an hour after the initial impact? Sounds somewhat like spring rain hitting pavement in our family room.
And this had to happen on a Saturday night, of course.
Da-YUM. Today I got four hits out of, like, twenty, from people searching for a sexual term which Doug was so gracious to put in my comments a few weeks back. One Fifth of my hits? Good thing I have so much arcane knowledge to share with you about horses. And Romance. And childrearing.