My sister-in-law (the one who missed the opportunity to try and get on OPRAH's Favorite Things Show, and the only sister-in-law that I have) has eluded that my life is sometimes like a sitcom. The other day I felt like it too.
I went to go out into the garage and the door knob wouldn't turn. I was locked in. I had to go out the front door, push the garage door button on Jody's keychain and go into the garage to get something out of my car. And it was cold outside.
Jody looked at it and couldn't figure it out. We had some people over last Wednesday and these guys fiddled with it and fixed it.
Then on Sunday, I got the kids all buckled in the car and when I went to go BACK in the house, the door knob was doing that thing again. It turned, but wouldn't open the door. I was SO mad, I kicked the door. That didn't help. (I'd love to say it did, since I work out at the Y, you know). I was like, oh well, I'll go in the front door. But lo and behold, for some reason (I still do NOT know) my front door key was not on my key ring. I just went on to church without going back inside.
I had to wait for JOdy to come home (after church) to get in the front door.
Monday (yesterday) we all went out the front door and around the house into the garage.
Then, last night, Jody bought a new door knob and replaced the old one. I'm so proud of him for being able to do that. Have you ever looked at a door knob? THey don't just come off.
Now, the next project I have for Mr Fix-it is the arm rest to the driver's seat in my van. It is currently hanging limply downward. And I'm getting pretty ticked when I want to lean my elbow on it. Unfortunately it looks like a doorknob, the way it connects into the seat.