this morning the garage door would not open! it's broken! ah! when i came home from work last night, twiddle thumbs pointed out to me how she thinks the garage door is broken. "nargh, it's fine!", i balked. we just never noticed that it looked funny before. we opened/closed the door several times and all was well. cut to this morning. it would not open. a horrid noise came out of the garage door opener struggling to open it. perhaps it just needs help? i pushed on the door because it seems maybe a spring is broken. no. it budged a little but just a crack. how are we going to get to work if we cannot get our cars out of the garage?

well thank god for moms! as we were trying to get a hold of our landlord and finding a garage door repair person, i called my mom and she said she'd help out. she drove us both to work (opposite directions!). once at work, i had to give her a mini tour of the office because she has never visited my workplace before. then she returned to pick me up and take me to an event i am helping out at tonight. i'll say it again, despite the growing pains and all, thank god for moms!