Fixer Upper

This post concerns the previous poll on "What do you do when something breaks". My answer was someone else in the house fixed it. Mom always complained how dad wasn't the "handyman" that her father was and that she wished she had married a man who knew how to fix things. When I met Rich, of course the fact that whether he could or could not fix something was not really top priority, however, when I realized that he was quite the handyman I was really impressed. The guy can actually fix stuff! One time...heh, he accidentally "broke" the sink disposal (it's called the in-sink-erator...haha) by throwing pebbles in it and he took it apart and fixed it. I just stood by in awe. haha. I always boast to my mom that he's handy but i don't know if she believes me. Rich also installed the new doorlocks (where one did not exist, meaning drilling out a hole in the door etc.) and he did build his own computer. He mentioned how as a kid he took things apart and tinkered around... what can I say? He's good with his hands. heh. Now that I have it I would definitely miss it if i didn't have it. Makes him seem more manly in my eyes. haha. Better than having some plumber or guy coming around your house and accidentally catching a glance at their loose pants and crack... ew.

haha. okay all night night. Funny enough Rich tells me that I look good in his eyes when I make him food...haha and that leads us to our joke of the day!



One day a woman came up to her husband and told him that the TV was broken and she was missing her shows.
"Does it say cable repairman anywhere on my forehead?" he asked.
"No," she said.

A few minutes later she came back and told him that the porch was breaking and it was dangerous.
"Does it say carpender anywhere on my forehead?" he asked.
"No," she said again.

A few minutes later she came back and told him the toilet was backed up.
"Does it say plumber anywhere on my forehead?" he asked.
"No," she replied.

A couple of days later he went on a buisness trip.
When he came back he asked how things had been.

"Well," she said, "our neighboor down the street came over and fixes our TV, repaired our porch and unclogged our pipes."

"What did he ask for in payment?" he wondered.

"All he asked for was a chocolate cake or sex," she told him.

"What kind of cake did you make?" he asked.

She looked at him smugly and said:

"Do you see Betty Crocker written anywhere on my forehead?"

Night everyone!
Me