Since last Summer, I’ve been mildly hinting to my husband that we could really use a new garage door. The current door is made of a hollow wood. It has clearly been warping, molding and cracking with age. The garage was not in good shape. Hell – it never was. That’s besides the point though.
My husband blew it off…
… and blew it off…
We’re now a month away from listing our house and sure enough he decides it’s time to start working on it. He was insistent that he could cut the warped wood out and replace it. I just kept quiet, knowing full well it wasn’t going to be that easy. When this man sets his mind to something, he’s committed… There’s no stopping him.
He bought all the supplies and finally started working on the project over the Easter weekend. He cut out the wood. A hole large enough to conveniently pass a beer or two through to him. As he continued to work, I’d continue to check in. Eventually I decided to leave him to it… until… I heard a bang! My heart raced. I ran to see if he was ok; terrified that he may be injured.
He was ok!
Just VERY stuck!
The garage door literally collapsed and crumbled, trapping him on the inside for hours. Honest to goodness, I thought he’d have to hatchet his way out!
He conveniently broke free just in time to enjoy a turkey dinner with all the fixings!
It’s safe to say that I’m having the last laugh with this one! We’ll be getting a new garage door within the next couple of weeks.