Not when you are married to my sweet husband..
He thought he heard something while he was mowing...turns out he heard a rock fly through our storm door. Smooth move, big guy.
It was a big old fat mess.
Truth be told, I'm more than ok with this because now I can get a new door. I've never liked the color of this door..it was here when we bought the house..now I can go pick out my own. Woohoo!
Well, it's time for me to get up from in front of this computer and go clean the kitchen...don't be jealous now.
Talk to you soon!