||[Aug. 10th, 2011|11:04 pm]
Remember my house? I may have posted about it before. We've tried to make it better over the years. It doesn't look like this any more, thank goodness.
But, it's still an old house, and there's still a lot to do, and things still go wrong occasionally. Like Middle Daughter's door falling off. To be fair, it didn't really fall off, but only because we removed the last screw still holding the last hinge to the frame before it had a chance to remove itself.
So now her door is leaning against the wall in her room. This is not a good thing, because now I can see into her room. Trust me, no one wants that. But I've been a little busy lately and haven't gotten the chance to buy the stuff I need to reattach it in a way that prevents it from unattaching itself again.
The good thing about her door being off the hinges is that it led to the following conversation:
Middle Daughter: You need to fix my door.
My sister: Door? You have a door?
Me: You kids are so spoiled.
MS: When we were kids, we didn't get doors.
Me: We had rocks. That we had to gather ourselves. Walking uphill.
MD: In the SNOW!
Me: BOTH WAYS!
MS: And we were grateful!