I got out of the house today, despite the fact that the front gate no longer works. My husband, we call him Pops, Kevin 1 (one, there is a two) and some other names I shouldn't mention here. When I got home from my worldly jaunts, there he was waiting for me. Apparently he did not have the key to the back door. When the door wouldn't open I went out the back gate. This makes me feel empowered when he has to count on me for something beside food.
Hopefully Kevin will go out and get a new lock for the door so we can go out another door besides the back. I should be glad that we have more than one way out of this palace, not really a palace, but hey some people are living on the street. I like the convenience of going out the front door, just call me crazy. We always have some funny stuff going on in this house. Like the time we had our stove and plumbing go out on Thanksgiving and everyone wanted to eat, but the oven just dropped dead. We asked a neighbor could we finish cooking the turkey at their house, the nerve, but we had to eat.
More important the door lock is to unlock my mind.
About Me
- Crazymom
- My family means everything to me. I have essentially three kids, my stepson has been counted as my own, on account that I have put in alot of working with him. I have lots of time these days, because I am not working. I have three grandchildren, with one on the way. I think my daughter is trying to populate the whole Mid Atlantic States by herself.
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