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Remember our old… I’m estimating 50 years… front door?
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The one we have to replace before my husband can finish the stone siding on the front porch?
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The one that was impossible to replace in that particular configuration.
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The one for which we ordered a replacement but have been waiting forever for it to arrive?
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It arrived.
And Holy Macaroni Batman! The thing weighs a ton. It took three delivery men 20 minutes to manhandle it 10 feet.
I was afraid they’d damaged it but when my husband removed the packaging it looked fine.
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Yes, it came with handles.
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Though the ones on the right were put on the wrong way.
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I’m not looking forward to my husband installing this door. Careful and precise are not his favorite words and it may require a lot more finesse than he’s capable of delivering.
Sigh.
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