Handy man-ee
The drip in the bathtub started about a week ago. At first it was just
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
A couple days later, I noticed
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
When it got to
Dripdripdripdripdripdripdripdrip and could fill up Fly's sandpail in an hour, I mentioned it to JP, because men don't seem to notice these things even though they use said bathtub (for showering).
JP is super handy and can fix or build just about anything. Yes, I know I'm lucky, and you're welcome to have my autograph if you must. Sometimes, though, having a handyman for a husband has its downsides. For one thing, you spend time waiting for whatever repair is needed until he has the time. For another, sometimes the repair strangely leads to additional repairs.
But sometimes, it's just good for a laugh.
JP will be the first to say he isn't as good a plumber as he is, say, a mechanic. Yet he'd rather try to fix something himself rather than call a real plumber.
So he opted to spend his weekend muttering choice words at the faucet and making a half-dozen trips to Home Depot, one trip of which I'm sure was just to complain about the management decision to stop carrying a certain part that we needed to stop the leak.
Fixing plumbing also means turning off the water to the house, and that meant I couldn't clean (gasp!) or even cook dinner (the horrors!). But that meant we didn't sit down to eat until 8 pm, and that meant Fly didn't get to bed until 10. Both weekend nights.
All because JP insists on doing the work himself.
By Sunday evening, JP still couldn't get our faucet to stop leaking. In fact, it was now running a stream of water into the tub -- hot water, strangely enough. And because we couldn't let Fly haphazardly wander into the bathroom and start splashing in the hot-water-running faucet, we closed the door to the bathroom.
Which, of course, became a sauna.
(I just know all the environmentalists who read this blog have lost a half-inch in height while cringing at all of this.)
We lived with the sauna yesterday, and JP brought home a different part last night after work and made the final repair.
He beamed at me.
"Do you see what I did?" he asked.
"Wow!" I said, ever the admiring wife. "It's so ... so ... non-leaky!"
I put my hand under the faucet for effect.
But then a drip fell on my fingers.
And another drip.
And another.
"Look!" I said, gasping, showing JP my hand.
"No, no," he said. "That's not a leak. Just low-lying clouds."
I looked at him.
"It's just some dew," he said.
I patted his cheek with my wet hand.
"I dew."
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
A couple days later, I noticed
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
When it got to
Dripdripdripdripdripdripdripdrip and could fill up Fly's sandpail in an hour, I mentioned it to JP, because men don't seem to notice these things even though they use said bathtub (for showering).
JP is super handy and can fix or build just about anything. Yes, I know I'm lucky, and you're welcome to have my autograph if you must. Sometimes, though, having a handyman for a husband has its downsides. For one thing, you spend time waiting for whatever repair is needed until he has the time. For another, sometimes the repair strangely leads to additional repairs.
But sometimes, it's just good for a laugh.
JP will be the first to say he isn't as good a plumber as he is, say, a mechanic. Yet he'd rather try to fix something himself rather than call a real plumber.
So he opted to spend his weekend muttering choice words at the faucet and making a half-dozen trips to Home Depot, one trip of which I'm sure was just to complain about the management decision to stop carrying a certain part that we needed to stop the leak.
Fixing plumbing also means turning off the water to the house, and that meant I couldn't clean (gasp!) or even cook dinner (the horrors!). But that meant we didn't sit down to eat until 8 pm, and that meant Fly didn't get to bed until 10. Both weekend nights.
All because JP insists on doing the work himself.
By Sunday evening, JP still couldn't get our faucet to stop leaking. In fact, it was now running a stream of water into the tub -- hot water, strangely enough. And because we couldn't let Fly haphazardly wander into the bathroom and start splashing in the hot-water-running faucet, we closed the door to the bathroom.
Which, of course, became a sauna.
(I just know all the environmentalists who read this blog have lost a half-inch in height while cringing at all of this.)
We lived with the sauna yesterday, and JP brought home a different part last night after work and made the final repair.
He beamed at me.
"Do you see what I did?" he asked.
"Wow!" I said, ever the admiring wife. "It's so ... so ... non-leaky!"
I put my hand under the faucet for effect.
But then a drip fell on my fingers.
And another drip.
And another.
"Look!" I said, gasping, showing JP my hand.
"No, no," he said. "That's not a leak. Just low-lying clouds."
I looked at him.
"It's just some dew," he said.
I patted his cheek with my wet hand.
"I dew."
Labels: Damselfly chronicles, everyday life, The Husbland
posted by Damselfly at 11:05 AM
18 Comments:
Sounds like someone in our house. Not naming any names, but he looks a lot like my husband.
That sounds like something JP would say.. ;)
Lol! So did it get fixed eventually?
did it ever get fixed?
You're lucky he is so handy! You probably save enough $ on other things to hire a plumber... ;-)
Ah yes...and I shall refrain from regaling you with the story of the "simple job" on the brakes of my van.
Let 's just say I got good at bumming rides for a couple of weeks!
I often wish my husband was handy, he is so not. But then I remember I can just call people.
Everyone here is handy, but plumbing? We no touchy touchy the pipes. Ever!
Ha! I love men and their handyman pride.
I'm still waiting for the plumber to call me back.
At least you know where to find your guy!
haha...great fix-it story! I love it. :) My hubby would MUCH rather try to fix something than call someone too...and usually he does fix it eventually, so I guess that's a good thing. :)
That was hilarious. I love that he called it low-lying clouds and then dew. J is so funny. You have to give him some points for trying.
I went through pretty much that exact same thing last week, too... only it was the kitchen sink. And, I am not even joking - they even discontinued a part we needed... that's too funny!
heheh too cute. Please let us know if the low lying clouds ever roll on by!
that's funy...... I love good stories that bring a smile to my face.
Sorry for the leak, did you ever fix it?
:) I have a handyman too & yes, it can be as much pain as pleasure.
Dew?!!! *snort*
Hilarious!
What are you doing with my spouse and could be please return him? He needs to fix the rototiller and turn over my veggie garden this weekend :)
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