Wonderful news! To all of my followers (all 3 of you!), work is progressing nicely on my kitchen! Of course the damage was worse than what we hoped for but I haven't freaked out one single time! Not when I had to spend the night with no floor in the back part of my kitchen, which wouldn't be bad anyway except my brother found some sort of big critter hole that was dug underneath my utility room. He thinks it may be a wolverine. (A wolverine? Do we have wolverines in Maplesville, AL?) And not when I had to spend the night with no outside wall, just a sheet of plastic. And not even when I spent what I consider way too much on my new back door and storm door. (Notice to all firefighters in my area: If you are called to a house fire at my home - SAVE THOSE NEW DOORS!)
The trip to pick up the doors is a story all its' own. My sister and I took my brother's little truck to Lowe's to get the doors. Just for the record, and in case my brother ever reads this blog, I don't think his truck is bad at all. It just seems to be a little temperamental. On the way to Lowe's we would cruise downhill about 65mph, floor the gas pedal going up the next hill, and still be doing around 55mph when we reached the top. Not a problem.
We get to Lowe's, get out of the truck and my sister says, "Do we need to lock it?" Thinking my brother would be upset if we left his little work truck unlocked I said "Of course." So we locked the doors. Walking into the building I asked my sister "This key will unlock the door and crank the truck too, won't it?" Her answer was "I guess it will. I don't know, he didn't tell me." So we go on in, pick out doors, make half a dozen calls to my brother to ask questions, pay for them and then go out to load them on the truck.
I go to get the truck to pull it around and the key won't unlock the driver's side door. I can't write what words ran through my mind at that moment but I knew we had screwed up. I went to the passenger side in hopes it might unlock that one. It didn't. So I went back to the driver's side just in case I didn't turn it far enough. Still didn't work. I called my brother to ask him if the key opened the doors (dumb question - I already knew the answer) and he said "Don't ever lock the doors." I told him we would figure something out. During this whole time I'm running around the truck, my sister is standing near the store, talking to the man who was going to load my doors, unaware of our predicament. I saw that the sliding back window wasn't locked so I climbed into the back of the truck to see if I could get in that way to reach up and unlock the door. I didn't have anything thin enough to stick in the crack. So here I am, sitting on a cooler in the back of the truck, digging through my purse for a nail file, trying to get my sister's attention. She finally realized I was having issues and came over. We had apparently attracted some other attention and a very nice man and his little boy stopped and asked if we needed help. (Way better than the first guy who walked by me and said "Having a bad run of luck today?")
Being the good-ol'-boy he was, this nice man pulled his knife out of his belt, climbed up into the truck and opened the window for me and unlocked the door. We were saved.
The trip home was another story. We now had heavy doors on the truck so we needed to get up more speed to make it up a hill. The wonderful lady in front of us all the way home went 55mph. There was no way to get up speed before starting up a hill. 55mph, accelerator to the floor, by the time we got to the top of a hill, we were going 40mph. We finally made it home but it was a very long trip. Thank goodness we both have a sense of humor.
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