I'm way behind.
I will catch up, I promise.
But before that happens I want to share a funny story.
If we are friends on Facebook and/or Instagram,
you probably already know at least part of this story.
And if you know me, especially if you are one of my college roommates,
you know that I can't tell a story without telling the back story too.
So I was born in a small town...
just kidding,
we don't have to go that far back.
It all started with our shower door.
We are remodeling our master bathroom at the moment, I've mentioned that.
Well, we were just about finished with the tile in the shower
and started looking into a new shower door.
The old one was gross and I think we had already disposed of it.
We went to Home Depot and looked at the options there.
Nothing really caught our eye,
we noticed that we could special order a door;
however, we figured it would be way out of our price range.
So we went home and explored other options.
One day my Sweet Husband decided to look into it a little more,
to make a long story short we realized we could get one we liked for a decent price.
Since the special order desk is only open during business hours,
Sweet Girl and I got the privilege of going to order it.
It was a Monday.
A lady helped us. I showed her the series and model number of the door we wanted.
She looked and looked through her magazine and found one that was "close".
I mentioned that we probably didn't want close...
I mean I had the actual model number!
So, she tells me that she has to get a quote on the price,
mind you the sign we found it on.. in the store.. had the price right next to it!
But I figured it was probably just the way they did it.
So she looks for the form she needs.
Can't find it anywhere.
Calls all around the store.
No forms.
Calls the company,
it's all online now.
She has no idea how to do it.
She takes down my info and says she'll call back with the quote.
Wonderful, we'd been there an hour and Sweet Girl had been SO good, but was starting to loose it.
So we leave.
Two days later, still no call.
Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure she's getting a quote on the wrong door.
It's now Wednesday, still no call.
So I call, they tell me they'll have her call me when she gets in.
She calls, it's almost $100 more than we thought.
Thanks but no thanks.
But then we think, it's probably the wrong door.
So Friday, I go in again.
I talk to a different guy.
This time I have the actual picture of the sign my Sweet Husband looked at
and I found it in the store so I could show them if need be.
I show the picture to the worker.
He looks it up on the computer and within 5 minutes he has the correct door
and the correct price!
YAY! We order it and go on our merry way.
Ten days go by, the sign says 3-7,
my phone rings and it's Home Depot.
The worker says something like this,
"So I'm looking at your order here, which one is the height
67 1/8 inches or 34 inches?"
In my head I thought, "Why would I want a 34" tall shower door!?"
LOL!
But I was nice and told her that the 67 1/8" was the correct height.
I also ask her when the door will be in, since it has already taken so long.
She calls back later that day to tell me that it will be on the 16th (mind you that is 17 days away).
After about ten phone calls,
a few questions,
several ship date changes,
and a small refund
our new ship date was April 6th.
April 6th, 7th, and 8th
No door.
No call.
We decide to give them the benefit of the doubt,
it was just the ship date.
On the 8th I call.
The worker calls the company.
The company says,
"My computer says the ship date has changed the 16th but it doesn't say why."
Riiiiight.
Oh well, not much we can do. We're a little annoyed, but that won't change anything.
We decide to work on other projects.
April 15th
THE DOOR IS IN!
The worker calls to tell me that the door is in and ready to be picked up.
She also asks when I'm going to be there.
I tell her either later that day or the next day.
Well, it was Wednesday. My Sweet Husband and I both have callings that have us booked for Wednesdays and I needed our truck for the evening, so we decide that I will pick it up Thursday.
April 16th... aka yesterday
I'm excited to go pick up the door, but I figure I probably won't be able to lift it myself and I had a dentist appointment so I wouldn't be home for a while during the day so I didn't want to just leave it in the back of the truck while I was gone. So I decide that I will go after the appointment but before my Sweet Husband gets home. But I have this nagging feeling like I should just wait until my Sweet Husband gets home. I shake it off because I told him I would do it and I like to do the things I tell him I will do for him. He does so much for our family, running errands for him is an easy thing I can do for him. And part of me thinks that I'm just being a chicken because I'll have to ask for help.
The time is 4 PM.
I load up Sweet Girl.
I drive through town, rather than take the freeway to get there.
(I was trying to see what would be the best route for driving back home with the shower door and a new toilet in the back.)
The truck seems bumpier than normal, but I figure it was just because we went over the train tracks and we don't usually go that way.
A man in our ward pulled into the parking lot just before me.
I watch him park.
I'm headed to the parking spots in the loading area.
Just as I'm passing the front doors of Home Depot
it feels like I hit a GIANT pot hole.
We bump along,
I say to Sweet Girl,
"I think we just blew a tire."
I remember what my mom told me to do if I ever blew a tire.
So I slow down and try to pull over.
I stop and lean out to take a look at the tire.
But there is NO tire in sight!
I get out of the truck,
just then that man in our ward rolls the tire to me and says,
"I think you lost your tire."
LOL! "Yep, it looks that way!," I laugh,
the quote from Sister Hinckley kept going through my head
“The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache.”
― Marjorie Pay Hinckley
― Marjorie Pay Hinckley
I'm shaking a little,
the man in our ward tells me he'll call his AAA for me.
I call my Sweet Husband.
He says, "Don't call AAA, I'll be there before them."
He also tells me to get Sweet Girl out of the truck and put the hazards on.
Sweet Girl and I go into the store so we don't have to stand by the truck.
As we walk around the store I just keep laughing to myself.
While we are looking at the toilets my Sweet Husband calls to ask exactly where the truck is.
In the middle of the call,
my phone dies.
I'm not sure what to do at this point,
but I decide that I'll hang out by the front doors so I can see him when he pulls up.
Really, there wasn't any way he would miss the truck.
We were right to the left of the front doors.
But I didn't want to miss him when he got there.
After a little bit of small talk with some workers who came to see the truck,
I notice my Sweet Husband's old vanpool van pull up.
We have a friend in the vanpool,
so I go to see if I can borrow his cell phone to call my Sweet Husband back in case he needed to tell me something else.
Sweet Husband is actually talking to our friend when Sweet Girl and I walk up.
A bit later my brother-in-law also shows up.
I felt so loved, my Sweet Husband made sure that we had people to help us and those people actually did! I was so grateful!
As I'm telling them what happened, I'm laughing, and insist that they see it.
It didn't take much convincing.
Our friend goes home shortly after this, because there isn't much we can do without either a tow truck or a jack and tools. My brother-in-law took Sweet Girl and I home with the plan to get the jack and tools and spare tire. But just before we get home my Sweet Husband got to the truck. He decides we just need to get it towed home. My sister and brother-in-law agree to watch Sweet Girl for me so I can go back and be with my Sweet Husband and pick up the stuff I went for originally. They also let me borrow their truck, since our's was most definitely out of commission.
What we figure happened with the truck is that the lug nuts came loose,
then the tire started jiggling and wiggling around,
over time the holes where the posts come through the rim got bigger and bigger until the lug nuts slipped through and some wiggled off,
until we lost them all and the tire fell off!
We ended up following the tow truck home and eating dinner before we picked up our stuff, or tried to.
We go to the customer service desk and show them our paperwork,
they bring up the shower door.
My Sweet Husband looks at it and says that it isn't what we ordered.
After more checking,
it most certainly is NOT our shower door.
In fact, this is a bathtub door, there are two doors. We ordered a shower door, or in other words, one door.
The part number is all wrong.
I just keep laughing,
I couldn't stop.
What a day.
We get a refund,
get our toilet and a few other things we needed and head home
To find that my sweet sister and brother-in-law have even put our Sweet Girl to bed! What awesome babysitters!
We change into pjs and decide to watch a show and relax after the crazy day.
I finally plug in my phone.
I have a message.
It's from Home Depot.
They actually do have our shower door.
The tags got mixed up.
LOL!
I call back and say I'll come in Friday (today).
I went in today,
paid for the door again,
picked it up,
and my Sweet Husband is installing it as I type this!
What an adventure!
Extra Shout Outs to my Sweet Husband, our friend, and my sister and brother-in-law!
You all are awesome!
Thank you for helping us!
Also, I am so grateful that we weren't on the freeway when the tire came off,
it could have been SO much worse.
But thankfully it wasn't.
Thankfully it was just something we could laugh about.
Heavenly Father was definitely watching over us!
And a shout out to you if you made it all the way to the end of it.
Sorry, it was SUPER long!
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