Brokedown palace

If a man's home is his castle, then that's the new name of this place. Slowly and surely, things around here are going on the fritz. OK, it's only 2 things, but it sure feels like more. It began Thanksgiving morning, when I was going to run the dishwasher before we ate. It was a no go. The dad-blamed thing is deader than a doornail. It ran fine the day before, so I don't know what is up with it. Brian did the dishes by hand (both before and after dinner) and we've used paper plates as much as possible ever since.

Then, the doorbell rang. When he went to answer it, he couldn't get the deadbolt unlocked. It is totally stuck. We can't even unlock it from the outside, with the key. This lock has always been a little stiff, but this is ridiculous.

The landlord is supposed to come by today to check this stuff out. I just hope nothing else goes.