doorAh, the front door. I rarely ever use my front door, rarely. But yet it is there. There for people to knock on, leave packages at, show people out, and to peak through the peephole.

Why am I writing about a front door? Besides for being extremely tired, I am 100% not bored. I had to work up a blog post that brought in some event from my weekend. We had my sister-in-laws, brother-in-law and two nieces over for Shabbos. My brother-in-law said I need to blog about one particular event from the Shabbos. Thing is, I can't get too personal with these posts, so I decided to talk about a front door.

Front door? What does a front door have to do with family? Good question!

Walking back from evening prayers Friday night, I began to walk through the garage door, which has a "shabbos lock." My brother-in-law asked, why don't I use the front door. I said, this way I don't have to bother anyone to answer the door. I just walk in through the garage. So, to make him happy, we went through the front door that time. But I rarely ever use that door.

I know a lot of people that don't use their front doors. I also know a lot of people that do. What type of person are you? Are you a front door type or not?