Yesterday, as my husband was driving through Connecticut, a sheet of ice broke off the top of a panel van. He saw it coming and slowed down a bit. That may have saved his life. The ice hit his hood and then came through the driver's side windshield. Had he not slowed down, it would have come straight through the windshield, full force. He called me about an hour after the accident and said, "You know those movies where ice comes off a truck and flies through the windshield and the person is always killed?" Fortunately, he walked away with a cut on his forehead, a cut in his finger where a piece of glass went in when he was brushing the snow and ice off of him and some sore muscles. A miracle.
His car was towed back to NJ and when I picked him up last night, saw the car and saw him, I made him go right to the emergency room to be checked out. He's fine...I'm pretty thankful today.
This followed a wonderful weekend...our son came home on Saturday and he and the girls went Christmas shopping. Afterwards, we all went to the bowling alley and rented a lane for a few hours. From there we headed to the diner for breakfast...at 10:00 pm! It was great fun, we hadn't had a family outing like that in a very long time!
Not much to report for stashbusting...I guess I'll get to that next Sunday!