Thursday, August 19, 2010

Mr. Plumber

Along with all the other lovely things this week, our kitchen faucet failed. After all, it is 15 years old and has held up through more dirty dishes, canning, bee food making, and such than most faucets see in 30 years. So, I wasn't feeling too badly about having to buy a new one.

The Mister and I went down to the local hardware, after determining the old one was beyond hope, and finally, after quite a bit of conversation, decided on one. It is remarkably like the one it was to replace.

We got home and the Mister decided he was going to install it. However, five minutes into the installation, I heard, "I'll kill you!" Followed by words that I haven't heard, well, since I lived in a Navy town. Gingerly, I walked back to the kitchen and inquired, "Are you okay?"

"YES! I just *&^*^%&^%$& this *^**&*&(&^*^%^%(&^^$^%#^$# sink!"

"Do you want me to do it?" I softly asked.

"NO! I can do it, if it will just %#^%$#^$ behave!"

Quietly, I left the room, called my buddy E and settled down in the kitchen rocker to be on hand, just in case... In just a few minutes, the Mister was done and got out from under the sink to admire his handwork. He reached up, turned on the water and it ran perfectly fine! No Leaks! This was looking good! I breathed a little easier.

Then, he reached for the sprayer so he could clear the line. It sprayed Right In His Face! I gasped and tried to keep talking to E, but I couldn't say a word. I wanted to laugh outloud, but I was afraid he'd throw something at me.

I sat there. Stone silent. He reached over, picked up the dish drying cloth, wiped his face, turned and looked at me, with a twinkle in his eye, "Don't you dare laugh."

I burst out in giggles. Then I gaffawed. I snorted. I churtled. I wheezed. I shook. Tears ran down my face.

"It was just like in the cartoons," I gasped. "I thought I was going to bust!"

The Mister looked at me, picked up the towel, pretended to throw it at me and then he joined me.

Boy, am I glad he is an Instructional Technologist. I don't think I could make the bail if he were a plumber...


  1. were good for SOOOO long...yea, I, too, have been there, done, that...maybe he is TrapperDudes' long lost would be an...never would be better...
    Missed you too....glad things are 'normal'!

  2. Matty, my husband fixed and replaced a bathroom sink and faucet this week. As good as he is , slapstick comedy! A good belly laugh is good for the soul..LOL!

  3. I read your blog and don't usually comment but I just had to today.
    This is so stinking funny.


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