Handy Woman

While my man was gone, our laundry chute needed minor repair. Minor enough, I mused, that maybe I could take care of it (though home repair is generally not my cup of tea). It's amazing the things you can do when you have to, I congratulated myself cheerfully, as I completed the task. I had used hammer, nail, phillips-head screwdriver and the original screws. The same door that previously dangled precariously from one hinge when opened now confidently swung out from the wall. Pride comes before a fall: now it doesn't stay shut. Uh, oops.

My temporary fix until David gets around to cleaning up after my mess:

Yes, that is a big green hair scrunchy. Thanks in advance, D...