What A Bonehead
No, this is not another post about my husband. It's the tale of a middle age woman who should know better and has to admit Once In A Blue Moon that she is a BONEHEAD . One Friday recently when I was almost done working at My Lady's house, I was trying to shut the garage after bring groceries in. The door would get hung up from what it looked like on the top. So I took an old golf club and whacked around a bit and kept trying to close it. No go. I looked on one side at the electric eye and knew nothing was blocking it. I went in with the bad news and told her it wouldn't shut and asked if she had a 'garage guy'. Being a recent widow, she really had no clue who her husband would call so I grabbed the phone book and started looking. Being a 3 day weekend, I didn't want the garage door hanging open until her daughter could take a look at it. We found one that did emergency visits 24 hours a day so she gave them a call. He could be there in 30-45 minutes and I of...