Always when you least expect it…

Tonight I went over to Walton Manor to jam for awhile.  Paul just got a really sweet Ibanez acoustic electric guitar, so we played for awhile then did some repairs on his stereo system.  I opted for McDonalds on the way home, since I was both hungry and lazy.  I rolled down my window and it stopped halfway through.  I didn’t hear any of the normal “window trying to roll down” noises that I had heard the last time this occurred, so I headed home and parked the darned thing.

I’m about to head outside to see if it will cooperate, but for right now I’ve got a half-stuck window.  I think I’m going to have to take the car in and get it looked at, this is the second time this has happened and I want to make sure that the car is operating properly for our trip back to Illinois.  It’s about the last thing that I wanted to spend money on right now, but I suppose it has to be done.