On The Outside Looking In

For the past two days I have been parking in the drive-way. Not because I'm afraid to park in the garage, or because my husband won't let me or anything. I have been forced to park in the drive-way because the garage door opener has aparently been possessed by the devil. Wednesday night when I got home from work the garage door wouldn't go up all the way. It would go up about half-way and then stop. Then when I tried to get it to go down it would just move a little bit and stop. I couldn't get it to cooperate, and ended up having my husband go in the garage and try from inside, but he couldn't get it to work either. Thursday he got it to open enough to get the van out, but he said it was still acting cranky so we've both been parking in the driveway. Of course, this had to happen during the coldest, freeze-your-nuts-off spell we've had so far this year. On the bright side, with his van parked right next to my car I probably won't run into it. Probably.