Busy Weekend

Our renter’s insurance requires deadbolts on our doors. I’ve never met a doorknob that went in smoothly, even with all the holes pre-drilled. Since we’ve never had deadbolts, I’d have to drill the holes and install the deadbolts. Chance of it working out in my favor: Zero. Chance of frustration: 1500%, at least.

Lion thinks I have a hair trigger response when it comes to getting aggravated. What I really have is flashbacks to doing home improvements with my ex. When we were building an addition to our house, the fastest and easiest part of it was two walls I built while he worked late. No one to tell me I was doing it wrong. Just me, a hammer, nails and lumber, working together to get two twelve-foot sections done. Of course, I knew what I was doing with the wall. Doorlocks are different animals.

To say things didn’t go smoothly is an understatement. I burned my finger on a hot drill bit, picked up some new bruises, and just wanted to sit for a while. Then Lion needed the bed changed. Yesterday, I mowed the lawn, finished the last bit of the second deadbolt, and took care of the most pressing of the getting-longer-by-the-minute list of chores. I was wiped out. But I still had to make Lion’s birthday present coffee cake.

One of the problems with living in the Wild West is the lack of good food. We love Entenmann’s coffee cake. I know we shouldn’t be eating it if we’re trying to lose weight, but you have to cheat sometimes. I found a copycat recipe and decided to give it a shot. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than any coffee cake we’ve found around here.

Lion wants to have copies of the new keys made for the new deadbolts tonight. They are the gift that keeps on giving. And Lion wants a birthday spanking. Well, wants is probably the wrong word. He wants it until it’s imminent. Once he’s strapped onto the spanking bench, he starts questioning his life choices. Too late!

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