This morning I picked up some Burpless cucumber plants since the weird variety the bride purchased and 1/8 Pole planted all croaked. So I was out there weeding and planting and trimming bushes while my son got dragged off to Lowe's for a new storm door for the side entrance to our island villa. I thought the storm door I had hung 30 years ago was just fine - the ripped screen and rust gives it character. But no.

We usually do our shopping at Home Depot but First Sergeant Retired Girl had a coupon and a Lowe's gift card and the new door is now in the garage. I think she bought a whip too. All I remember about that door job from long ago is that nothing is square and shims are your friend as you curse and scream at everything that is off by less than an eighth of an inch.

The first sergeant told my son and I, "I haven't even begun to break them yet!"

Welcome home mama.