Mom My Ride

This is what happened to my car in a moment of deep frustration for Brandon: 

There was an extremely shrill, whiney sound coming from the passenger side of the windshield during the drive back from Iowa if we breached 70 mph. He couldn't take it anymore, pulled off at the first sign of a store, and reappeared with duct tape in hand. It worked, but now what am I supposed to do with the residue, pray tell?

I think he just wanted to let all the other men out there know I'm taken.  (Explanation here.)