After Christmas break, my bff and her hubby loaded up gdaughter's stuff to move her back to school and into a new apartment. Down I-35 goes a trailer load full of dresses, costumes, wigs, etc.
When Hubby returns to the apartment after a load--he confesses to us that on the way down the interstate he hit a bump and a plastic tote full of her stuff hit the highway. Tears and upset ensue-- drive bys to collect her one of a kind treasures were unsuccessful. Oh, dear...