There is big excitement here in the Desperate household. Yesterday we replaced our old broken-down sliding glass doors with (drum roll please) brand new French doors! And not just any French doors. The kind with the blinds built in. You know, between the two layers of glass.
Impressed? Huh? Huh?
We did not do this for reasons of style, although "style is, of course, Desperate's middle name. We did this because a few months ago we noticed the non-glass part of the sliding glass door was actually split, from top to bottom. If you yanked the handle hard enough-- and you had to yank it hard, otherwise it wouldn't open- half the frame took a second to catch up with the other half. And none of us could work up any enthusiasm for a winter with the wind whistling through the split door.
So, a trip to Menards, a phone call to the priceless Chad, carpenter extraordinaire, and voila! New door!
The best thing about all this is we can now go in and out through our back door. Which we couldn't, with the old door. The old door only locked from the inside. We had to lock the back door and then go out through the front. Then whenever I parked the car int eh garage- which is behind the house- I had to walk around to the front so I could open the back door to bring the groceries in. It was complicated. And annoying.
So you can imagine my joy today. In, out! In, out! WHENEVER I FRACKIN' FEEL LIKE IT!
I know, I know. You're jealous, aren't you?