My husband is many things - smart, generous, even tempered, hardworking and a damn fine dancer. (Okay, I might have made one of those up.) He compliments my cooking and never lets a day go by without telling me he loves me. He's a wonderful man and I thank my lucky stars every day that I found him. I could continue to wax poetic about the gem that is my husband, but let's get to the point, shall we? The man's not perfect. He hogs the Tivo, puts ketchup on everything and practically refuses to shave on weekends. Luckily, I'm an incredibly forgiving human being and love him in spite of these shortcomings. However, none of the aforementioned flaws concerns me today.
The flaw de jour is this: the man is not handy. Oil changes are performed by our local Jiffy Lube. My tool box is twice as big as his and I handle furniture assembly around these parts. (Although, to be fair, that one is probably my fault. Little Miss-Type-A-Control-Freak sort of takes over whenever you put instructions and a screwdriver in front of me.) After The Mister and two of his buddies gave it the ol' college try, Best Buy saved the day and installed the flat screen tv above the fireplace. Knowing all of this as I do, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a gigantic box has been taking up valuable space in my bedroom for the past two months.
The flaw de jour is this: the man is not handy. Oil changes are performed by our local Jiffy Lube. My tool box is twice as big as his and I handle furniture assembly around these parts. (Although, to be fair, that one is probably my fault. Little Miss-Type-A-Control-Freak sort of takes over whenever you put instructions and a screwdriver in front of me.) After The Mister and two of his buddies gave it the ol' college try, Best Buy saved the day and installed the flat screen tv above the fireplace. Knowing all of this as I do, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a gigantic box has been taking up valuable space in my bedroom for the past two months.
Let's rewind. One Sunday so many weeks ago I can no longer count them, The Mister and I wandered into Pottery Barn armed with a stack of gift cards, the product of many returned repeat registry items. (How many salad bowls does one girl need?) Among other things, including this, this and these, we purchased a mirror to hang over the dresser in our master bedroom. See look, preeettttyyy:
the Pottery Barn "solano" mirror
Fast forward to today. That beautiful mirror is sitting in the world's largest box on my bedroom floor. The wall above my dresser - empty.
...sigh...
Wonderful man who tells me I'm pretty and fills my soul with happiness - check.
Handyman - currently accepting applications.
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