walkin on, walkin on, broken glass
I looked out the window and what did I see? I wish it were popcorn popping.
I opened the front door this morning to place some freecycled Pedipeds on the porch for pickup, and tons of glass came showering down on me. Thankfully the kids were not nearby or I'd have been scraping it out of scalps and eyes rather than just sweeping it off the foyer floor.
I can't figure it out.
We rarely use this door (last time it was opened was 7 days ago), and we never heard anything, so presumably it happened when we weren't home.
I can't find a dead bird, or a rock, or a stray baseball.
This is definitely one for the Scooby Doo gang.