If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that my husband is a MASTER home renovator…except when it comes to door frames.
The first time Mark built a door frame for our bedroom, he ended up throwing things and cursing the sky and I had to get out of there because it was ridiculous. (Relive that episode HERE)
You would think it would be different this time when Mark tried to build the frame for the front door. Wrong you are. First, he got hurt…
Then we bought the wrong size wood for the frame.
We shared our frustrations with my Nunny who quickly said, “Can’t you just look this up on the internet?” and “Courtney, get a man in there to help him.”
There it was. My boss lady/awesome/cool/feminist grandmother told me I needed another MAN to help.
She. Was. Right.
Our electrician, St. Dominic, came over and he and Mark figured out the door frame dilemma in 15 minutes.
We should always listen to our grandmothers. Always. 🙂
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