Category: Love

You may see this picture and think–what on earth am I looking at here?

I’ll tell you. You are looking at a hole in the rock facade on my front porch, that used to have a doorbell in it.

NOW however, what it has is a creepy hole, with creepy wires poking out, that could easily be hiding a creepy spider family just waiting for some unsuspecting person to fish around in there for a doorbell…so they can pounce and eat their fingers off.

Well, I wouldn’t do it. And neither would anyone else. So, instead, people knock. Which is fine enough but I don’t always hear that knock because it’s kinda quiet and then I miss stuff…and all the people who think I’m not home…

or deaf.

Then, here comes Josh–my friendly neighborhood fix-it guy who also just happens to be my sweet son-in-law. He measures and fiddles around and measures and fiddles around some more. He comes and goes a few times. He says, “Darn it” a couple of times and leaves again only to come back with…

a magically created doorbell button and a plate that fills up that silly hole in the rock space! Take THAT spiders!! It’s even lighted!! *Squeal!!* 

WHAT?!! How did he even DO that?!

I’ve lived here for 10-1/2 years and have never had a real doorbell. Ok, there was a doorbell on the inside of my house…

but you just ignore something like that when it looks all fancy-schmancy but doesn’t actually work. Duh.

NOW, however, not only does it work, but it sounds like a rich lady’s house.

So if you come over–don’t knock!! Ring the bell, and wait for my butler to answer the door. Or, I’ll see that it’s you and actually answer the door myself.

That’s how some rich, fancy-schmancy ladies do it, you know.

 

 

PS– Thanks Josh!!! I LOVE it!!!