A difference in 18 hours

I thought it was ice. I thought it had gotten cold enough to ice over my car's back windshield.

Then I got closer. It wasn't ice. My back windshield was shattered. I drove it home at 6 pm and at 12 noon the next day as we were going out to leave to go to lunch, I saw the damage. Something or someone has damaged my car. It was so bad that we closed the doors, the window started to almost buckle.

I was a bit shocked to say the least. But B, T and myself went out to lunch. And then home again to call the insurance. I have never called before. Insurance is one of those things you have and hope never to use.

There is no clue as to how it happened. Firecrackers, bullet, hammer... it could be any or none at all. It was definitely something with force behind it. It left a hole in the window and broke a hole in the plastic piece of the backseat. I hope when the guys come out to fix it to have a better idea. I personally think it was someone with a huge Hello Kitty hate : )

And on the positive side, I'd rather my car be smashed than me or mine. Plus I get to ride with Mark for the next day or so. More time with hubby is always a positive.

Good day and watch out.