Oh, my little popettes, one of the folding doors on our linen closet came off its track. Putting it back is no big deal, it is, in fact, one of the household accomplishments I am capable of. But this one resisted my best efforts. I did everything right, in the right order, in the wrong order, in no order and it still wouldn’t fit back in. Finally I resorted to my favorite technique: shrieking like a little girl and smacking it with my fist. Turns out I’m gay. So now we not only have a door off its track we have a busted door off its track. Life is so hard.