On Saturday March 17th, Keith was mowing the lawn, as I was inside taking care of Brynn and Brooklyn. He came up and said, "Rob, we have a little problem here." He then took me downstairs to show me that while mowing the lawn, a rock was flung up and shaddered the sliding glass door. It shaddered into a million teeny, tiny pieces. It took quite a while for the cracks to stop splittting, but was quite interesting nonetheless.