My sister and I talk every single day. In the course of our conversations, we always ask each other what the plans for the day are..
Jo: "What are you all doing tonight?"
Gretchen: "Going to watch the fire department cut up the van."
Jo: "Oh my. That sounds so Kentucky."
The poor van. It was no longer safe to drive, and it wasn't worth fixing. So Paul decided that he would donate it to the fire department for extraction training.
And let me tell you we had been talking about this for weeks! The kids were so excited to go watch the van get cut up, like it was a sporting event. So I was very taken back at their reaction when they saw the van again.
They ran to it like a long lost love...
And they were both SO happy to see it again, and even wanted to get in it and look around.
And when I told the kids it was time to get started, I was very taken aback by the tears that followed.
But the arrival of daddy helped ease all of the emotions.
And here they all stood, all these firefighters lined up around our van, ready to dismember her little by little.
And then all of a sudden, I felt sad! Like my poor van had lost her left arm.
But I still wouldn't want it back, so let the demolition continue boys.
One minute the glass is there...
I was surprised at how long it took, but apparently you have to be really careful about it.
And then if your front windshield wont shatter with that special tool they use, they will just SMASH IN YOUR WINDOW WITH AN AX. That wouldn't be scary or anything.
I sure pray that I never have to be taken out of my vehicle in such a violent fashion.