I confess the following...
I thought I could fix my broken dryer. I took it all apart, very Tim Allen of me I know, taking pictures along the way with the intention of posting about my victory and proclaiming that I didn't need a penis to do a "man's job". I was not half the man I thought I was and was forced to wave the white flag of humiliating defeat.
I married a pencil pusher who cannot hang a picture without having issues. He was once very handy, kind of a jack of all trades, but all of the time he's spent soaking his fingers in a "man-dish" while getting manicures has made him soft.
Said husband had to buy me a new dryer, nothing fancy I'm holding out for the washer to die so I can get a new set that will fold the load for me once it's dry. He gave hooking it up a noble effort last night but could not get change the venting system to go from a side vent to a back vent. Awww I love him!
This morning I grabbed my coffee and the power screwdriver and set out to make a little magic in the laundry room. No, I didn't catch the washer on the spin cycle, I fixed the dryer!
I'm a liar. Not a full on liar just a half liar, that's better right? I did get the vent relocated from the side to the back but that was as far as my mad skills could take me.
After spending 3 hours trying to get the vent to send the lint and heat outside {the idea of a lint filled sauna doesn't sound good to me} I gave up and called a real handy man. That Joker was out here in less than 30 minutes, had it fixed in 10 and only charged me $25. I would have kissed him square on the mouth if he had more than three teeth. Go ahead, call me a judgmental bitch, after the morning I just endured trust me, I can handle it.
OK, one more thing.....
While I was trying to be all BA I said some not so nice words! Actually, they were so bad a Sailor who is on leave heard me {I'm very loud and apparently my voice traveled nicely through the gaping hole were the vent should have been} and stopped by to tell me that he found my vocabulary offensive. I replied with a friendly, 'yeah well SUCKIT Sailor Boy and unless you're here to fix my dryer get-to-steppin' before I tell Rogue to play tug-o-war with your man bits'!'
I lied again, two more things.....
After my hellacious morning I ate a devils food cupcake slathered with chocolate fudge icing. Damn it was good!
The guilt got the better of me, I just finished working out like it was my job.
Boy, I feel better! Do you have any confessions?
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5 comments:
Hahaha you offended a sailor! Love it!
Ive tried to be handy and it just doesn't work out. I had to call my sister in law over to hang a shelf because I would have screwed that up. lol
All's well that ends...with a cupcake!
Whew! Your day sounds exhausting. I'm sorry your hubby isn't more handy. Mine is handy...but it's like pulling teeth, and getting him to actually do it is always a borderline argument. My tried and true method is to attempt it myself and have him have to rescue me. :-)
WOW, $25 bucks?! I need that handyman.
This is still funny hearing it for the 2nd time!! At least you know how to change the vents. M asked me to shut off the water when he flooded my bathroom and I did the "blank stare" thing. It was like he was speaking another language.
Where is the pic of the hole? I was hoping to see it!!!!
We always have to call someone. My hubby isn't handy at all!
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