So we were traveling about 70 mph when this 10 lb piece of metal was kicked up by a diesel truck and flew into our windshield. It seems to be one of those stands that trailers rest on, when they aren't hooked up to a truck. Anyways, the base of it penetrated through our wind
shield and got stuck in the dash, while the shaft crashed into the windshield kind of flatly, so it didn't poke through. I wonder if it had hit another way, would it have penetrated right through and jacked me up? We are lucky/unlucky, depending on how you look at it.So we had a mouse, which we sadly killed since Wal-Mart's humane traps were out of stock. So we thought we were done with mice. Melanie was cleaning up and found another, much to her distaste. She was almost in tears. We brought Danny the wonderpet in, who sniffed the mouse out and chased it into the bathroom. Me and Danny cornered it, and did tag-team like on the poor rodent. Danny snatched it up in her mouth, but lost control. I followed up by dropping a box on it, with it's poor little legs sticking out like the Wicked Witch from the East. I picked up the box and Danny put it out of his misery. Kind of sad, but very exciting.
Mel's parents are in town, and we've had a righteous time. We went to see Indiana Jones yesterday, which was embarrassing, but we still had a lot of fun laughing at it. Reminded me of the Temple of Doom video game we had as kids on our Apple IIC.
