I can't keep up with these huggle posts. 12-15 pages per day . . .
Well, I just have to share a funny story. We just got new carpet in our downstairs room. So, my husband decided to remodel, move walls and doors, etc. Pretty energic stuff for him.
We had to temporarily move my computer upstairs to the living room, which I'm loving. Everytime I walk by, I have to stop, read, type and check email.
It's during one of these frequent walk-by stops when I heard a muffled cry from downstairs. My son is in bed upstairs, almost alseep, so I just ignored it. A few minutes later, I heard it again and decided to go check it out. And there is my husband. Trapped in the bathroom downstairs. The door hung, a hole for the handle, with the lock mechanism in and locked and with him stuck in the bathroom calling for help! It took me 5 minutes of giggling through the door handle and a couple of crude jokes about how he could stay in there. After all, he had running water and a toilet. I could easily slip small food through the open door handle hole.
Ok. Ok. Ok. I let him out. I don't know how I could explain to my son that his father lives in the bathroom . . .
Seriously, he did a good job. The door is hung straight, swings smoothly, and locks! (hehehe)
Chele