The other night Skip called me to come outside and hang out in the back yard with him and the kids. The only way to get to the outside deck is to walk through the sunroom, which is Ashley's room. I thought it looked a little hazy outside, but it WAS starting to get dark. I walked through the hazy opening, and realized I was walking through a screen door. I caught myself, but the door hit the deck and everyone died laughing. Of course, no one even checked to see if I was okay, which I was. When they finally stopped the hysterical hoots of laughter, I told Skip, "I didn't even see the screen. I thought it was just hazy out." That sent roars of laughter once again because all of them thought I just accidently hit the screen off the the hinges, not that I actually didn't see the screen and walked right through it. I think I might be checking for a Lasik's doctor in the near future.