The jury is out on my marriage.
But for reals. The deal is we have this little guy, Sergio, putting in a few doors for us and installing baseboard. He is a carpenter, as you might have imagined, and he has another little guy helping him out. I call them little guys because I'm 5'9 and they're like 5'4.
Murray enjoying the new front door, pre-install
Anyway yesterday Sergio and his little buddy put the wrong door in where they should have installed a fire door that we special ordered. And my husband came home and FLIPPED HIS SHIT.
Because, see, my husband is a bit of an anal control freak nutjob. Few people escape his wrath if they are within his blast radius when something like this happens. And when I say "something like this," I mean something where you are paying thousands of dollars to a little guy who should know what a fire door is and he installs the wrong door.
Now in theory, I should have caught this mistake yesterday, since I am home "supervising" Sergio and his little buddy. Because I am a construction manager. But the thing is, my husband and my father-in-law and my father-in-law's plumber buddy, Frank, seem to think Sergio is like the second coming of Christ, he is that good of a carpenter. So my modus operandi yesterday was to leave the magician to his work and not distract him. And that is how the wrong damn door got installed.
Pebbles, right? Not boulders? Like, worse things could happen. Sergio could have accidentally cut my hand off with his table saw. That would be bad.
As it happens, he installed the wrong door, which means he has to take it out and install the right door today. Thankfully, once my husband has a few hours to cool down, he's good. This morning, while he was explaining to Sergio that he'd installed the wrong door, you'd never have guessed that last night he had murder in his eyes.
They say that installing a new front door is the No. 1 thing you should do if you're trying to sell your house. It will get you the highest return on investment of any home-improvement project there is. Aren't I quite the smarty pants?! Also, how do you like that brass switch cover? That's some sassy shit, no?