It would appear that my kitchen sink has sprouted legs. Good looking, freckly legs.
This was the scene at 11:00 at night one day last week.
The man I married is a real good sport. He folded his six-foot-one frame in half like a contortionist and wiggled his way into a too tight space just so I could have a new faucet.
Our nine year old faucet had been leaking for two months. In the past week the dripping had reached a fever pitch and even with my lame hearing, it was driving me mad.
Then the Hubby tried to fix it. And he ended up breaking it. So I couldn’t do dishes because we had to turn the water off. The paper plates only went so far and a Mount Everest of dishes started forming in our sink.
I rushed off to the Home Depot and found a faucet I liked that didn’t cost a million dollars. It was basic, good looking, and without many bells or whistles. When it comes to faucets, I think I’m a no frills type of girl.
The faucet sat on the counter for days because the Hubby was BUSY. But he finally had time at 10:00 p.m. on Thursday, so he climbed under and I became his number one assistant {Think: “Wrench! More light! Hold this, please!”}.
All this to say that I have a very devoted, hard working Hubby who loves to make me happy. I think the new faucet is dandy and Chef Pig agrees.
PS. If you think I took all the dirty dishes out, stacked them on the counter and then cleaned the sink for this picture, you’d be one hundred percent correct.
4 comments:
Very nice. Very nice.
The legs aren't bad either.
The HUBBY is a very good, hard working and talented man. Love him, he's my very favorite son-in-law in Virginia.
It's always handy to have a man willing to do these kind of cores...
Nice faucet too, I like it.
HA HA HA HA! I love your post script. I do clean the house for pictures too. Maybe I should take pictures of my house everyday. Then it would stay clean. Food for thought.
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