When our new lock could not be placed on the old front door at The House, The Mister was convinced we had to get a new door. I convinced him otherwise. Money’s not just floating around right now. Doors are expensive.
This is what happened:
Ever since I set eyes on that photo I can’t help but think that this is the story of my life. Just covering up the imperfections until there is time or money to really tackle them.
Now I’m convinced we should keep the front door in place even more. It’s a fitting tribute to two people, still in progress, working on the imperfections as we go along.
A Perfectly Cursed Life 
I’m surprised there weren’t comments before me for this post. It’s terrific. So thought-provoking in so many ways.