A very unexpectedly exciting thing happened to me,
and it's name is:
I got a new garage door opener.
but here is the picture of my old button for
my old garage door opener.
When my sixteen year old son totaled my car
three years ago,
this button thing barely survived the crash.
And for three years I have been having
to use this little screw driver
to push the metal inside of the little blue circle you can see.
It is a tricky thing to do and usually takes anywhere from a
minute to five.
There may be some cursing involved as well,
or at the very least taking
of said son's name in vain.
Quite the patience
builder if you know what I mean.
I tried getting a universal remote control,
but our door opener was so old that it wouldn't work.
But still getting a new opener never made it to the
top of the priority list of things to buy.
It still worked, kind of, so why spend the money to replace it?
Well last Saturday, Diana was playing water balloons with
some neighborhood kids.
In his usually annoying big brother fashion,
Jared popped one of her balloons.
She then threw another water balloon at him as he was
going into the house from the garage.
Of course she missed, and the balloon hit square on the
garage door opener button attached to the wall.
After that, it did not work. At. All.
I was most disgusted with her for a while,
but then a light bulb went off in my head
and I realized that our home
warranty covers garage door openers.
So I got a new garage door opener complete with handy dandy
button sans screw driver, for only the mere $55 co-pay.
Have I mentioned how much I love my home warranty?
It is a thing of beauty I tell, ya.
Ah, the simple pleasures in life.