Well it was a good day.
And then about 10 minutes ago I decided to be a good wife. I had parked the van in the center of our two car garage. It's raining and awful outside. I figured I'd move the van to it's rightful spot making room for my husband's car. He'll be home in about an hour.
The kids were preoccupied with their various activites. It was a safe time. I grabbed my keys, ran down to the basement, into the garage, smacked the wall switch to open the door, climbed in the van. I Started it up. I heard the garage door stop moving. Glanced quickly and saw the outside. Started to back up.
And then the sound of glass shattering into tiny little pieces and tinkling as it hit the pavement of the driveway.
The door hadn't been up all the way. There are a few scenarios I can think of - one invovles the fact that I just didn't look or hear properly. One invovles the fact that the sensors are out of line on occasion and it may have picked up on the van and stopped the door.
Whatever the case, it sucks. I have no back window and and a broken garage door.