I'm scared to ask what critters might be in the fridge.
Morning all. I'm waiting for the garage door repair dudes to show up. They have 25 minutes before I start getting cranky.
I worked late last night, and then met a couple of friends for coffee afterward. Had some giggles, enjoyed the company and came home just before 200am. Garage door sticks halfway up. Grumble grump, BUT, not unexpected as sometimes the ice buildup inside the door makes it stick. I get out to go help the door up. Hmmmm, strange noise. I scoot under the door, leaving the van running on the driveway, and peer up at the gizmo to see if I can figure out what's wrong. Nope. I hit the button and help the door down since it clearly won't go up.
About that moment I realize that I am now inside the garage and the door is now down and the side door is frozen shut. Oops. The van is still running on the driveway, with my purse inside. Hmmm, this might be a BIT of a problem. I pull the emergency manual release handle thinking I can manually lift the door and then realize 1) there is no handle on my side of the door and 2) the door is pretty well coated in ice and I can't get a grip on it. Uh oh.
By now I'm seeing the humour in this situation, but it IS still 200am and I'm punchy I'm so tired. I try yanking the side door with all my might...nope. I finally manage to get the garage door up about 2 inches and get my fingers underneath and haul that sucker open. It moves pretty easily once you get it going...its just getting it GOING that is the issue. Van in garage, door shut manually, Alix snickering quietly up to the back door. Uh oh...I can hear the dog going mental inside. Add one cranky husband to list of boo boos for the night!
And now, I'm waiting. Maybe I'll nap while I wait.