That’s what I thought when, at 7:55 this morning, I saw the big box truck backing into my driveway. Our windows are here! My house is all out of sorts, I can’t watch my DVR, my kids can’t figure out what to do, but it’s all for good reason. We’re getting our windows!  And not a moment too soon. As I opened the shades in my bedroom, one of the grids came falling toward me, and the trim was falling off, too. The team of two (husband/wife, I believe) are making quick work of our crappy old windows. It’s only supposed to be a high of 21 today with wind chills in the single digits, so I’m hoping that means they’ll work faster! Stay tuned for updates…