You Can't Teach An Old Dog New Tricks

I'm giving away our new favorite book - Is Your Buffalo Ready for Kindergarten here.

I have a new giveaway up for a Monopoly board game here.

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I wrote a little while ago about how the handle on the door to my refrigerator broke off. Trust me, you want to go read that post for the backstory.

While I was at BlogHer last week, my husband had a big week at home by himself - since my parents had taken the wee ones to Florida. I called the first evening I was gone to talk to him.

So how's it been going? Are you having a good day?

Well, I managed to get in two naps. And I dropped off my car at the dealer. Oh, and I waited for the Sears guy to come.

Yep, that's the extent of my husband's day. Ok, five days I was gone. We won't get into the details of what I would have done had I been home by myself or the differences between men and women. That's an entirely different post.

The Sears man he referred to did come, and he repaired the door to the fridge. Finally. We'd had to cancel a few appointments prior to this, but we finally again have a fully functioning door and handle.

He was so proud to show it off to me once I arrived home on Sunday.

Look how shiny. And clean.

He offered to fill up my water bottle for me, and he opened the fridge to get to our water pitcher. He didn't use the new handle. Nope, just as he's done for the past ummmmm sixteen months, he reached to the top of the fridge and used the door itself to open the fridge.

It's possible that I've done the same once or twice. I'm trying really hard to remember that you can use a handle to open a fridge. And that we once again have one. It's surprisingly tough.