Despite the carpenters prying off a bit of trim for the custom door builder, the new door doesn't match in any way. It fit the hole, though.
Carpenter boss: Vivian! Vivian!
Carpenter: It should be *this* way.
Carpenter boss: I'm going to do it the way *Vivian* wants it.
Me: Heh, I feel like a queen.
(I think he was just trying to make my day.)
I don't care that it is 100% match free, but my landlord (who is still here making an ungodly noise slamming doors downstairs) was not particularly happy. Mrs. Landlord is still in HK looking after her nonagenarian mater who is unable to speak; Mr. Landlord says, "It's just like having a baby." Then he stopped. "But you can't lift her."
If we started life as old people we'd've died out millenia ago, though, it's clear.
posted by - 5:33 PM