It's a pushbutton code lock, so anyone that should be getting in knows the code, and could go around the back if it's not functioning.

My neighbors do slam it a lot, but it's a 2-year old door that I thought was fairly sturdy - I'm surprised by the whole thing coming apart rather than just the handle/lock. (Of course, that would be true of a break-in attempt too.)

There's a minty green schlager, isn't there? I blank on the details, probably because I thought it was worse than the gold stuff. The human palate is amazing. I can't believe that some people enjoy the taste of, say, gin. Or beer that's not stout. And don't get rum.

Doesn't sound promising. eta: to Matt. I'm a gin lover, myself.

OK, I'm now officially expecting a shiner in the morning. Just walked my eyebrow into an open cabinet door at full on speed. Ow. Curse my inability to close doors. It's genetic. Mom bitches about it all the time.

I live in CA. My folks live SC. They still blame open cabinet doors on me

My mother dearly wants self-closing cabinets. And so do I, as I sit with an icepack on my face. I don't know why it is so hard to remember to do.

You'll have a shiner from walking into a door? Like, that really happens?

Huh.

Sorry you hurt yourself.

My apartment's pretty safe that way--the cabinets are impractically high. Allyson and Kat are totally safe. Of course, they'd also starve to death, so there's that.

Nah. there's always the fridge. I just wouldn't be able to use any glasses or plates.

Noah split his temple on a cabinet door on Saturday. I'd have been more sympathetic if it hadn't been a cabinet from HIS kitchen that he left open.

My fridge is pretty sad these days. But on the flip side there are usually clean dishes in the dishwasher.

Oops, Noah. I'd say that'd larn 'im, but it larns none of us. It's only because I can hear my mother nagging that I turn around and close mine.

Noah's not so big on the learning that requires self-regulation. I'm including door closing in that.

Noah's pediatrician's office called a few minutes ago but we can't call back because the office is closed. Nor did they leave a message. But he hasn't been into their office since last March (knock on wood) so I can't figure out why they are calling.

Also, I'm re-reading Hope in the Unseen. What a great book.

As you are lunging forward to catch the can you knocked off the shelf, full hit right into the corner of the door at 90° to its cabinet...yeah, that's a lot of force into an immobile object. It won't be a full on black eye, but it got puffy enough fast that I figure the blood will pool in my eyelid. Not the first time, either. Well, first time of this scenario. I have clocked myself on a doorknob while cleaning. I'm special. I have a permabruise from how I haul myself from the pool. At least this one? I'll only put eyeshadow on the other eye and it'll look normal!