Hi, I am NOT Mr. Fix-it.
I have lots of friends who are “handy.” That is, they are just this side of MacGyver when it comes to fixing stuff around the house. Give them a toothbrush, some olive oil, and Duct Tape and they can send a man to the moon. Give me the same things and I can send a man to the ER,
And frankly, I am more than a little bit jealous about this. Cause sometimes The Beautiful Bride and I have a conversation like:
“Did you hear that (insert friend’s name here) husband re-did the kitchen/rebuilt the transmission/re-roofed the house last weekend?
To which I reply, “Yeah well, I changed a light bulb. With the new ‘green’ kind, so I kissed the planet…how about that.”
“That’s nice honey…”
At which point I sulk off to the garage, and then call back to the house, “Hey do you know where my tools are?”
That’s not to say that I have not fixed things.
Cause I have.
Just this weekend, I fixed the ice maker on the refrigerator. I discovered there was a puddle of water on the floor and, without any additional help I might add, determined that something was wrong.
So I pulled the refrigerator our from the wall, without any additional help I might add, and through my vast experience I determined that there was a leak.
And I fixed it.
BOOM! Just like that. No more water on the floor.
And how did I do that, you might ask?
Blow torch? Replace the gasket? New Fetzer Valve?
Nope, I did it my way.
By turning off the water.
So there, take that Mr. Bob Villa handyman kind of guy who lives down the street.
I fixed the leak.
Any idea what you do next?
(and if you come over to help, could you bring some ice cubes, we’re all out.)