The War Zone

Last Wednesday, I went to pick up Maya from daycare because Chris was out of town. Maya and I were doing a bit of shopping when we got a warning that a severe storm might be headed our way. We made a dash for home, but we got caught. High winds and golf ball sized hail. It sounded like someone was beating on the car with a baseball bat. I think Maya was less scared than I was, especially after the front window started cracking. We took four hard hits to the passenger side--fortunately none to the driver's side. The roof and hood look like someone beat on them with a ball-peen hammer. Our car is in the shop for a couple of weeks while things get fixed. The pictures I took don't really do justice to the damage.