Figures

We got home Friday at about 1 AM, and had until Sunday to get ready for the family Mothers' Day party. Our front lawn, which is technically more weeds than lawn, had taken off while we were away and was, quite literally, as tall as Rebecca in several places. So when Rich got home from work that afternoon he set out to make it look decent. Or at least decent-ish.

Instead, the weed whacker sent a rock through the top glass of our screen door , and we spent the evening cleaning up glass and removing the pane. Grrrrrr. Rich also quickly learned that as you pull out the glass, the screen retracts and the glass slides up. And with his glass door history this was particularly [I keep wanting to say "unnerving" here, but that just seems tacky] problematic.

Our new pane should be arriving in about 10 business days.