Tuesday, January 25, 2011

This is Why I'm Not in Charge of the Garage Doors


That is a picture of the front of my house.  Well, it's a picture of the front of my house from last summer before we painted it a different color.  But nonetheless, that is generally how my house looks in all its glory.

The double-garage on the left is Scott's.  It is filled with many tools, and on occasion, his truck.  My garage is on the right.  Isn't it cute?  My minivan barely squeezes in there.

A few weeks ago, I attempted to leave for work on an icy cold morning only to find my garage door frozen shut to the ground.  I pressed the button and it would s-t-r-a-i-n to open, then give up.  So I would press the button again.  And again and again and again.  And again. Then I called for Scott.

"Hey honey, something's wrong with my garage door.  It won't open."

He assessed the situation, and confirmed that yes, it was frozen shut.  Then he did something manly and stomped away the ice and forced the door up and open with his bare hands.  It was impressive.

He asked me to press the button to test it, but lo and behold, it still wouldn't work.  Then he asked me how many times I had pressed the button trying to open it while it was still frozen.  Busted.

Apparently, all the straining from my excessive button-pushing had pushed something out of alignment, and as manly as Scott is, he doesn't do realignment of garage doors when it is only 10 degrees outside.  So he called in an expert.  The expert realigned it, put some clamps on it, and let Scott know that my garage door opener was on its last legs of life.  He recommended that when it went kaput, to switch over the garage door opener from Scott's garage to my garage and then get a new one for Scott's side since it needed more horsepower, or something.

Scott called me at work and gave me the news.

I took it all in.  But I was mighily confused about how we were going to do the switch.

Me:  He said to switch your garage door opener with my garage door opener?

Scott:  Yup.

Me:  Well that doesn't make any sense.

Scott:  Yes, it does.

Me:  How would that even work?  You have a double garage.

Scott:  That doesn't matter.

Me:  But how is your garage door going to fit on my garage?? 

Scott:  What?

Me:  How is your garage door going to fit on my garage???  You have a double garage.

Scott:  Seriously?

Me:  Yes.  I don't like this plan one bit.

Then Scott kindly explained to me that a garage door opener is something separate from the actual garage door.  And here I thought we were going to have to cut his in half.

I'm just thankful I wasn't the one who talked to the expert.  That would have been an interesting conversation for sure.


Funny in My Mind said...

Sounds like a conversation we have around here. Like when I wore out the window motor trying to roll it down when it was frozen shut last winter. "how many times did you push the button?" was followed by my "2 or 3 times" and was met with a look that he did not believe me. "if it doesn't work the first time, why did you keep trying it?" is a question around here.

Debbi said...

You make me laugh. :)

Karen and Gerard said...

LOL! You are too funny! It's good you can laugh at yourself like this--got you a blog post out of it at least. Thanks for the morning laugh. This modern technology is great . . . when it works. Very frustrating when it doesn't. I am no garage door expert either--pretty impressive how your husband got the door open for you.

Jen said...

I never talk to the experts either. They just don't understand me. ;)

Kmama said...

Hee hee. I love this. Scott got a great laugh out of it, didn't he?

Sarah said...

LOL That is too funny. At least you can blame it on Mom-brain. Like Pregnant-brain, but lasts way longer.

Liz said...

I love that you don't mind sharing your own foibles.

Brandy@YDK said...

ha ha. you crack me up. but I totally would've thought the same thing.

Kristen said...

Nice. I think that I would've thought the same thing. :)

wonderchris said...


Anonymous said...

HAhahaha that's why Jorge always talks to the handymen while I just make them quesadillas or something... I think I just set the feminist movement back about 60 years.

Your house is cute!

Cheryl said...

Seriously. This is something I would totally do.

My brain, she is not wired correctly.

Anonymous said...

Your house is lovely!

sara said...

Oh that made me laugh!!

Big Momma said...

i very much enjoyed this. i probably would have broken it too. :)


Salt in Suburbia said...

Like all the other comments, I'm with you - definitely a button pusher :-)

Rebecca said...

You are freaking out of your mind, but it's so nice to hear that other people have these thoughts too! This totally sounds like a convo I'd have with Husband!!!

Danae said...

lol. Thanks for sharing!