After about 5 minutes, we realized that my purse had been in the front seat and was no longer there. (Don't give me grief about leaving my purse in the car...I've already heard it and have learned my lesson.)
Three hours later, after cleaning things up, calling and cancelling credit cards, talking to the bank, window people, etc. we were ready to head out. Brian spent at least 1/2 hour rigging up this beauty:
Brian was pretty proud of himself. However, after about 10 seconds of driving, he realized that he could see anything - even with that perfect sized plastic hole to see in the side door mirrors. We got a mile down the road and he decided that it wasn't such a good plan. We really wanted to get home so we just went for it. We drove 2 hours to Flagstaff. It was COLD and LOUD. I had my head covered the whole time. No talking for us - we couldn't hear a thing!
We stopped at a Safeway to get us some treats and I purchased us a nice pack of earplugs and some Saran Wrap as well. Brian was on the phone and I wrapped up the door.
I thought I was laughing hard then. Then we started driving. I can't believe I didn't wet my pants or deliver a baby - I have NEVER LAUGHED so hard in my entire life. It sounded like a hurricane! Way worse than before, BUT it was warm. :) The saran wrap lasted for about 40 miles and ripped off. So we braved the last 7 hours with a pillow in the window, sock gloves on our hands, and blankets wrapped around our heads. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of that, but you can imagine. :)
Given the circumstances, it could have been a sad trip. But it was honestly one of the funniest things that has ever happened to us.
On the drive home, I was thinking of all sorts of things to say to the burglar on my blog. For example, I hope you enjoy my 3 MAC lipsticks and expired temple recommend. Good luck with those. Or the fact that I had ZERO cash in my purse. What a waste of your time! Perhaps you could put some money IN the purse just because you feel sorry for me. And what about those Babies R Us giftcards? What will you do with those?
Luckily, the next day my purse was turned into a junior high by a kid who found it at a bus stop. The purse and wallet had been ripped apart, but EVERYTHING was there - credit cards, license, checks, AND my giftcards! Yeah! (Wait, I lied...cell phone stolen). So, in the end, a little inconvenience gave us a good laugh and turned out not to be so bad afterall. I can't wait to put all of these pictures in my scrapbook. It will always make me smile. :)
