Of course this had to happen while Brian was gone.
I decide to close the garage door at about 6:00 pm after the kids come in from playing and are having dinner.
I close the door and walk away. As I'm getting in the kitchen I hear a clunk noise. Hmmm...not good. I open the door to find....

Yes, the van is inside the garage and unless I can get the door back on the track I will be stuck at home.
I call Brian to have him call his friend--Super Bob as he is known by the kids. He comes over (thankfully) and helps me get the door up and I pull the van outside.

(Bob in the picture)
He helps me get the door back down so that it is at least closed for the night. Now doesn't that look great!

With Sarah Grace's birthday party this weekend we will be calling someone to come and fix it.