Congratulations!For a little Friday morning laugh.
My GF and I just became home owners last week. We moved closer to my childhood home and out of Worcester for some peace and quiet. We signed the paperwork, went to record, and got the keys to the house. Both our cars were already packed with our first load of boxes. We arrive at the house maybe 30 minutes into being official home owners. I pull up to my side of the garage, hit the automatic door opener and enter. I look back and she’s sitting outside the house in her car with the window down. I step out of the car and said “it’s not that hard babe, the thing has one freaking button” poking fun at her technology illiterate self. She shoots back “I’ve been pressing the button!” flips me the bird and pushes her garage door opener with her middle finger. The door shake, rattled, and groans but doesn’t open. It’s at this point I see that the garage door opener motor has ripped the connecting beam right out of the well, wedged itself against the garage door and actually dented the door. I couldn’t help but laugh and think to myself “welcome to being homeowner.” 5 minutes in and my own personal funny farm is already falling apart.
For a little Friday morning laugh.
My GF and I just became home owners last week. We moved closer to my childhood home and out of Worcester for some peace and quiet. We signed the paperwork, went to record, and got the keys to the house. Both our cars were already packed with our first load of boxes. We arrive at the house maybe 30 minutes into being official home owners. I pull up to my side of the garage, hit the automatic door opener and enter. I look back and she’s sitting outside the house in her car with the window down. I step out of the car and said “it’s not that hard babe, the thing has one freaking button” poking fun at her technology illiterate self. She shoots back “I’ve been pressing the button!” flips me the bird and pushes her garage door opener with her middle finger. The door shake, rattled, and groans but doesn’t open. It’s at this point I see that the garage door opener motor has ripped the connecting beam right out of the well, wedged itself against the garage door and actually dented the door. I couldn’t help but laugh and think to myself “welcome to being homeowner.” 5 minutes in and my own personal funny farm is already falling apart.
My neighbor is still WFH. She works in Boston and takes a bus from NH. I don't think those busses are running.
May I also recommend The Money PitFor a little Friday morning laugh.
My GF and I just became home owners last week. We moved closer to my childhood home and out of Worcester for some peace and quiet. We signed the paperwork, went to record, and got the keys to the house. Both our cars were already packed with our first load of boxes. We arrive at the house maybe 30 minutes into being official home owners. I pull up to my side of the garage, hit the automatic door opener and enter. I look back and she’s sitting outside the house in her car with the window down. I step out of the car and said “it’s not that hard babe, the thing has one freaking button” poking fun at her technology illiterate self. She shoots back “I’ve been pressing the button!” flips me the bird and pushes her garage door opener with her middle finger. The door shake, rattled, and groans but doesn’t open. It’s at this point I see that the garage door opener motor has ripped the connecting beam right out of the well, wedged itself against the garage door and actually dented the door. I couldn’t help but laugh and think to myself “welcome to being homeowner.” 5 minutes in and my own personal funny farm is already falling apart.
