Well after a decent weekend Wendy and I made it back to the home in the ground. Apparently we did not miss much, except grief. Not five minutes after we get home my evening gets shot.
Wendy was putting some items away in a closet located in the hallway. She remarked that the door was hard to open. Then all of a sudden the door comes off the track. It is one of those bifold doors, I guess. That is what Wendy calls it. I call it other four letter words. We tried for an hour and a half to get that door back on track. We had no luck though. I can get one side in, but not the other.
Now I cannot even get the door slammed in my face. I cannot wait to get that door back up so I can kick it down.
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