Forget about Friday the Thirteenth, I've had it with Thursday the Twelfth. First the foil tab on my carton of Almond milk breaks off, leaving no way to open it (off to the knife drawer, friends) and then my daughter lets me know that the back gate has fallen off its hinges, giving the dog freedom to roam the neighborhood. So I spent the morning in the slush and snow (with more coming down) lashing the gate to the post so the dog can safely enjoy the backyard. The wood is soaked from all of the snow clinging to it, but hopefully I'll be able to find a new hinge and fix the gate this weekend. The day's still young, but I'm hoping Fate will cut me a break. After all, you guys need game news, not carpentry woes!

Labels: Carpentry, Friday the Thirteenth