As Renee posted earlier, when we moved in our dryer wasn't drying and the washer was a little leaky. So we replaced them both and then 6 washes later, our washer died. So now our laundry is scattered at multiple friends' homes.
This morning the chain in the toilet tank had a link that rusted away, so I replaced that with a paper clip, MacGuyver style.
At 6:07am we were startled awake by what sounded like thunder (IN OUR BEDROOM). The shelf and rod on Renee's side of the closet had pulled free of the wall and collapsed. I knew right away that I couldn't fix that with a paper clip.
My Uncle Dion is coming down to help me replace a rotten french door, and then it's onto the tedious little tasks like touch ups and beautification. Maybe it's because I don't find these things as "manly" that they don't excite me, but I can't wait to get everything done and see what else falls off the walla or breaks :)
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Gene -
When we moved in, I piled boxes on top of the top shelf in our bedroom closet, looked at them, and determined immediately the shelf would never hold. I then promptly forgot about it.
One morning at about 11 am (I was working nights, remember), fast asleep, alone in the room with the dogs, I awoke (sitting straight up on my bed) to the simultaneous sounds of my house falling down and me, giving a warrior yell at the top of my lungs.
The dogs weren't sure what to make of it, but they decided to take their morning nap in a different part of the house.
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