I had this BRILLIANT idea. I wanted to removed the tacky metal thresholds in the doorways leading into the kitchen. I decided that we should install wood thresholds. John agreed that this was a great idea. So, we headed off to Lowe's to get supplies.
I found a lovely threshold made from bamboo. John agreed that it was prefect. We drove home, and John quickly got to work. He ripped up the old thresholds, measured the new thresholds, and began drilling holes in the wood. But then things took a turn for the worse. One threshold didn't match up correctly with the holes already in the floor. And the other threshold tilted at an angle between the dinning room and kitchen, because we have approximately 467 layers of linoleum on our kitchen floor.
John was growing angrier by the second. He was huffing and puffing and yelling. There was tension in the air as he attempted to nail the threshold to the floor. And then it happened. The wood cracked. And John went stark raving MAD. He took the hammer and beat the shit out of that damn threshold. Then he ripped it off the floor. The next thing I knew, he was gone.
The kids and I were a little startled by Daddy anger management issues. Actually, I was shocked. John is the calm, rational person in this household - I am the nut job. But not today.
Within thirty minutes, John returned home with two new thresholds. I am proud to report that he successfully finished the job without yelling or breaking anything...