Another Point of Singularity

One thing I am NOT is what you might call.. "Handy". I'd rather pay someone else to do my Harry Homeowner work than figure it out myself. This isn't laziness, it's self-preservation. Most of my handyman jobs end up with minor electrocution, pipes breaking, me running about through jets of water screaming "Oh my GOD!!!" sotto voce, and usually someone who really knows what he's doing (like my brother, father, brother-in-law, friend Joe or somebody) coming over to bail my dumb ass out of another bad project idea. My intentions are always topnotch it's the execution that's lacking. The thing that bugs me is the sexist nature of it all. When something breaks, needs replacing, or general maintenance, every eyestalk in the house swivels in my direction. "Who, ME? What the hell, I don't do plumbing...!" I squeak.. but I know it's a lost cause. Duh. I'm the Dad. I gotta know this stuff.

It's a guy thing.

So I'm probably more proud than I should be that I managed to replumb an entire shower over the weekend-- pipes, showerhead, tile replacement and everything. It's not the most impressive plumb job I've ever seen, but it has the beauty of functionality.

Poor Lady H., she couldn't understanding why I was brachiating like a chimp when I finally got everything to work. "Feel my chest hair, WOMAN!" Ah well, you're only so good as your last success.

I also tore down a mailbox and built a new one. Move over Harry Homeowner!

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