My miserable, horrific house was broken again. And neither or I are very handy. I like to pretend like I am, but Ryan would much rather just call someone to fix it. Our dead bolt broke the other day and I couldn't open the door. It was pretty ghetto for a bit there. People that came over had to come in through the garage. Classy. I really didn't want to call a lock smith to come fix it because I really thought dead bolts would be a pretty easy change out.
So with the help of the one Jones (but really James) who showed me how to take the old one out, I went to Lowes and bought me a new dead bolt! And installed it myself!!
Is it weird how happy things like this make me?
3 comments:
That's awesome! I totally feel proud of myself when I do stuff like that.
hey where were the jones and james families last night at grandmas? i wanted maddie and wilson to play. hope to see you soon!
nope. not weird at all. I love when I do things all by myself! I'd probably brag about it for weeks to come.
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