garage door

So when I forget to take pictures, I paint them. As of now.

We had a relatively funny incident happen this weekend that I wanted to share, but without pictures (which are the heart of blogging) I was hesitant. Here is a decent depiction of what I'm about to tell you.

So our garage door has been on it's last leg for a while now. We know this because for two weeks we had to wait as we shut the garage door, so that just as it reached the ground we would press the button twice more, and pray it stayed down. And then one day, it went 3/4 of the way up, next time only 1/2 up, etc. etc.

But my genius father (I'm not saying that because I think he'll read this. He won't. But he's seriously a genius.) knows how to fix anything and everything, so he came down one night, and VOILA, it was fixed!

So Rob and I went out with Tony and Lyndsey (who we LOVE) the next evening, and upon our return at about 12:45pm, the garage door only groaned and moved up approximately 3 inches. Uggh. So I start looking for my keys, because I have the only front door key. And to my dismay, we quickly discovered the keys were locked in the house. So we go around back and test every possible door and window there is. Nothing.

So just as we were about to give up and go sleep on Tony & Lyndsey's air mattress (which actually sounded intriguing), Rob had the inspired idea to put the car jack under the garage door! We barely squoze (is squoze a word?) it under there, and as he cranked, I stuffed bricks under the corner. (As you can see in the left hand corner of my drawing.) We felt pretty ghetto at 1:30am cranking our garage door and sticking bricks one at a time under it to hold it up. When there were three bricks and the jack wouldn't go anymore, it was my job to squeeze under the 8 inches of space.

That was a task. So as I'm tilting my head sideways to fit under the door, I suddenly got very... claustrophobic, or whatever phobia it is that freaks you out that your head's gonna get cut off by a garage door. And on my 2nd or 3rd try, I finally moved down to pushing the boobs through, which wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. But got through, no problem.

And then it came to the butt. Oh man. I always thought I had a relatively flat butt, but no siree. Rob actually had to push my butt down for me to get under that dang door!

But then, I was IN.

And we slept on something a little more comfortable than an air mattress.