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I just returned from a great trip to New Orleans to help my sister pick out her wedding gown. Whoo!! She looks gorgeous and should have photographers paying HER to take photos at the wedding. I, on the other hand, just eat a bunch of beignets and have bangs.

A few posts ago, I made fun of my mom for being an amateur in the burglary-of-one's-own-home department. When I returned from New Orleans Jeremy warned me that the deadbolt on the front door broke off in the locked position, rendering that door totally unusable. As we tried to get in through the back door, we realized the asymmetrical door frame was preventing us from unlocking it. Sadly, we only had a AAA Plus membership. Were we to upgrade to premium, we could call a locksmith. (we didn't. we are cheap) We tried and tried and tried to force the key and got blisters and probably yellow fever from all the mosquitoes while the fish, meat, and ice cream I'd just bought stewed in the trunk.

Then, after 20+ minutes of trying to unlock our door with the key, some really smart person (me) suggested we get some WD-40. I have to say, after the rust, moisture, and one spider shot out of the lock, we were in! Before you invite me to teach a shop class or give lectures on home remodeling, know that I do charge quite a lot of money. ($1-$5) I also require my own dressing room/trailer.

We always assumed that it was really easy to break in here - I guess the quirks due to the home's age are more of an asset than a liability! I'm still REALLY glad we don't own the place.