He's tall, dark and handsome...
I'm speaking of my hubby of course.
I love him for many more profound reasons of course, but let me just shout it from the rooftops--he sure is handy to have around! :o)
Friday morning I had yet another doctor's appointment and when I hopped in the car...nothing but clicks. In the last few weeks, Pete had performed all kinds of "tests" to determine that our starter was probably on it's way out, so when this happened on Friday it was no mystery. So, though it wiped out his plans for Friday after a long week of work, he picked up a new one and spent the evening fighting grime and stubborn bolts. I am just so thankful for his resourcefulness and knowledge of automotive things, especially in times like these.
That was Friday.
On Saturday morning he headed out bright and early for a required recap day on a class he had taken this past summer. (Those lovely, ongoing teaching certification requirements!) Natalia woke up earlier than usual so I was scrambling to get a shower before it was too late.
When I turned on the shower I was immediately concerned about the sound it was making. It literally was like a freight train was trying to force it's way through the pipes! I shut it off and just let the water drain out of the lower spout for a minute, then tried again. Hello freight train!
Well, I didn't have time to mess around so I decided to proceed anyway. Within 30 seconds I had a disconnected showerhead hose whipping around my head, spraying water E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E ! It's a wonder I still have my head! :oP
Natalia came running into the bathroom all concerned, saying, "MOM! WHAT HAPPEN?!?!?" Of course, that meant that she had to tell everyone we saw throughout the weekend (eyebrows furrowed) that "some-ping happen!" and "the shower broke!" as if it were monumental to our life and wellbeing. (Hee Hee! Gotta' love her.) I was just thankful that no one could see me practically standing on my head, attempting to wash my long hair in the sink! Try doing that with a basketball strapped to your stomach!
So, my wonderful hubby got another handyman call...and now the shower is as good as new.
He's a keeper folks!
I love him for many more profound reasons of course, but let me just shout it from the rooftops--he sure is handy to have around! :o)
Friday morning I had yet another doctor's appointment and when I hopped in the car...nothing but clicks. In the last few weeks, Pete had performed all kinds of "tests" to determine that our starter was probably on it's way out, so when this happened on Friday it was no mystery. So, though it wiped out his plans for Friday after a long week of work, he picked up a new one and spent the evening fighting grime and stubborn bolts. I am just so thankful for his resourcefulness and knowledge of automotive things, especially in times like these.
That was Friday.
On Saturday morning he headed out bright and early for a required recap day on a class he had taken this past summer. (Those lovely, ongoing teaching certification requirements!) Natalia woke up earlier than usual so I was scrambling to get a shower before it was too late.
When I turned on the shower I was immediately concerned about the sound it was making. It literally was like a freight train was trying to force it's way through the pipes! I shut it off and just let the water drain out of the lower spout for a minute, then tried again. Hello freight train!
Well, I didn't have time to mess around so I decided to proceed anyway. Within 30 seconds I had a disconnected showerhead hose whipping around my head, spraying water E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E ! It's a wonder I still have my head! :oP
Natalia came running into the bathroom all concerned, saying, "MOM! WHAT HAPPEN?!?!?" Of course, that meant that she had to tell everyone we saw throughout the weekend (eyebrows furrowed) that "some-ping happen!" and "the shower broke!" as if it were monumental to our life and wellbeing. (Hee Hee! Gotta' love her.) I was just thankful that no one could see me practically standing on my head, attempting to wash my long hair in the sink! Try doing that with a basketball strapped to your stomach!
So, my wonderful hubby got another handyman call...and now the shower is as good as new.
He's a keeper folks!
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