WWBD shirts? What a great idea... maybe we could get nightshirts and take Bob to bed too?!
I just had a lovely convo with Mr. W. after having to call him after getting home from a really disturbing special ed meeting (about the facts of the No Child Left Behind Act).
It seems as though our garage door is once again broken. This sucker is made of solid cedar and heavy as sh*t. Mr. W. told me to go out and see if the light above my car was blinking, which indicates the sensors are not synched.
He called back after D9 and I had to pull the door down manually... and started to raise his voice at me, "What do you mean the big light isn't blinking? It should!"
I said, "Mr. W., I know what a blinking light looks like, and this light is not blinking. It appears that the spring broke once again." (This is the 3rd spring we've broken in less than 2 years... thank God I kept the receipt showing our 3 year warranty this time around.)
I thanked him for calling me back (even though I didn't appreciate being yelled at) and told him I'd call the garage door repair place tomorrow morning.
UGH. Men!
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
