So Chris calls me while I'm on my way home last Friday and tells me to hurry up and get home because it was about to begin to hail. I thought yeah sure, whatever. So I get home, and for the very first time since we have lived here, he's made room for my car in the garage. He must really be serious if he's letting me park the car next to his precious pool table..and sure enough, as soon as the garage door shuts we start hearing some banging on the roof of the house. Can you guess what it was? Don't you hate it when they're right?!
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