Home Improvement
As most of y’all can surmise, I am not the most handy-dandy person. If something breaks, I will figure out how to fix it under duress. Home improvement is something I prefer to leave to Hubby, who is more adept at that stuff than I ever will be. He finds something that needs repair, grabs the toolbox and gets to work, while I fix him a drink. That is the way it works in June Cleaver Land, ok?
My version of a tool kit
But Hubby is deployed for the next year.
In the month since he has been gone, I’ve had a toilet seat break, the utensil drawer rails fall off and the drawer bottom separate from the sides, a short in a light fixture in the hallway, a laptop go on the fritz, several fence boards fall off, Son’s door not closing right, slow leak in one of the toilets, the van needs a tune-up (ok, that one is on me, since it’s my vehicle), water softener needs salt, refrigerator filter needs changing, and washing machine filter needs emptying.
So, I fixed the fencing, the light fixture, the toilet leak, Son’s door, water softener, and the van.
I have a feeling more handy-dandiness is in my future…. 
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Ah, home repair, number 1 on my list of reasons to live in an apartment. Sadly, the wife doesn’t share my enthusiasm for rented living space, so I’m stuck trying to fix things. Of course I don’t have one of those handy-dandy tool sets like the one pictured above.
Next thing you know, you’ll be walking around with PB.
* Plumber’s Butt
My missus is pretty handy around the house…she doesn’t LIKE it but she does it!
And, Sis, one thing I have learned about owning a home, is that stuff ALWAYS breaks at the least opportune time.
Draco, she sure is, and I have known about that rule lo these past 16 years…
Sigh….
I am a firm believer in the Tarzan job/Jane job household division of labor. Tarzan deals with car repair, carpentry, appliances, and just plain nasty things. Jane deals with housecleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, bill paying, and the just plain petty yet accumulating things. Oh, and Tarzan breaks up with yard guys, mechanics and handles the phone calls that can turn ugly.
I want a June Cleaver dress in the worst way.
trade the house for this…
http://changingears.com/rv-innovation-06-amphibious-motorhome.shtml
it’s easier to drive your house to someone to fix…. than to get someone to come to your house to fix it….
and with this one, crossing the “Pond” to visit a loved one might be possible if you schedule some in-cruise refueling….
I’m not really good with home repair either. I wish there was a way to download what my father knows about this stuff.
I don’t think an amphibious motorhome is in my future, JAM2
Nicole, the dress is superfluous. The apron is mandatory!!
Wait now… just so I get it right. Dress is optional? Hm. Wonder if my apron is big enough…
Nicole, quite often the apron is too big in that instance.
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Like your tool kit. I gather up my tools several times a year and give ‘em the old, “Now, y’all gotta stop hiding in the bullrushes” speech, but it does no good, cos they want me to go out and buy them more buddies when I can’t find ‘em… I think they’re planning on becoming a rebel force in the household. They probably think they can get The Zero to intervene in their behalf for “toolitarian reasons” to establish them as the lawful government of the house if they can only get me to purchase enough of their “brethren” (and sistern? *heh*).
You only need two things in your toolbox, duct tape and WD-40.
If it moves, and isn’t supposed to, use the duct tape.
If it doesn’t move, and it is supposed to, use the WD-40.
Every time I would go out on cruise the car would break down and one of the kids would sustain a life-threatening injury. Yep, there’s something truly special about the military wife…at least the ones that can survive it. Every other wife just THINKS she’s indispensable, but the military wife really is.
And I’d rather have this one:
http://www.terrawind.com/spyder.htm
Cruel Wife has a floral-print hammer and matching box-cutter.
Enough to make a guy want to cry.
Next thing you know it’ll be chainsaws for women. That’s “feminine protection” carried way way too far, just like chartreuse flamethrowers.
Larry – can you water ski behind a Hydra Spyder?
LK, it certainly seems to be fast enough for it! Just watch that transition from water to dry land…