I have only five minutes to do this post. I’m in a rush. Babies are bound to be crying in four point eight minutes. Medication needs to be distributed and noses will need squigied. Is that a word?
Oh wait I can not think about that right now. I’m down to four.
So this past weekend we hosted our first pumpkin painting party. It was a blast. A very delicious blast. I’ll tell ya all about it later.
Our mailbox was broken. I didn’t realize it because Jeremy is the one that checks the mail. When it is closed, it was deceivingly functional. When it was open, notsomuch.
The little hinge rivet was rusted and broke off leaving our door hanging out. literally.
The last time we were at Home Depot we picked up one of these little binding posts and screws. It is basically a girl part and a boy part. Sorry to get all birds-and-the-bees on ya mom. But it is the best description. The little screw looks like your average screw…it has a head that will fit a flathead screwdriver. The binding post is the girl…it has a hole. The screw goes into the hole and screws in. Again. sorry.
So all I did was close the mailbox lid and put the binding post in through both metal holes and then used the screw to attach it all the way. I just used my fingers to twist it most of the way and double checked it later with a screw driver.
Apparently my skin is so white that I am literally fading into the color of air. must. get. tan.
Now our mailbox is completely functional once again. Thank goodness for the easy fixes…they keep me sane. I still need to fix the sign now…it got all beat up and scratched with the swinging door. But I’m running out of tim….