What looks like just a sink to you is something more to me. After the sprayer/aerator thingie broke off the sink the other day I was going to give up on ever washing dishes again. Evil Genius had enough of this things not working (ie wife has another excuse to stay away from dishes) nonsense. Not only did he get a garbage disposal unjammer thingie and fixed it, he also replaced the faucet. It’s shiny. We have a sprayer that actually works. AND everything is hooked up correctly now. We do live in a house where we have yet to find any plumbing that is actually hooked up right. Our shower is actually the exact opposite of what it says. You turn it to cold to make it hot, and hot to make it cold. Makes sense, right? THAT was a lot of fun when we first moved in (not).
He so deserves praise. This week I’ll be sure to wash all of his underwear. Now, let’s do the dance of joy!
Dare I say that this blog drove him to it? Perhaps. He gave me a REEAAAAAALLY hard time about a certain blog post that I made a while back. It took me a long time to figure out as to which one he was referring. I finally realized that he was talking about Living With A Evil Genius (Or Two). Honey, in my defense I was not complaining, or bitching, or whining. It’s called humor. I can point that stuff out from time to time.
Now if it had been the semi naked Thor picture that drove him to it, I was going to start posting shirtless superheroes with comments about broken household items more regularly. Like this one:
He did point out to me that he had done quite a few things, all in one day. Not being one to discredit my wonderful husband, here is what he did yesterday-1) Got up. 2) Put on pants. 3) Greeted people at church, wearing a nametag that had his real name and therefore people knew it was him greeting them! 4) Helped decorate the church for Christmas (I originally typed Easter in there for some reason). 5) Got a haircut. 6) Hung Christmas lights outside. 7) Made two trips to Lowes in one day. 8) Fixed the garbage disposal. 9) Replaced the sink faucet. 10) Let both children live another day. Not too shabby honey.
Greeting the members of the congregation was quite funny. We weren’t funny, but our kids were. My son greeted everyone by greeting their navel, my daughter shook hands in her own nonconformist way-she is left handed, and WILL NOT shake hands with her right hand. They shook so many hands that by the time it was time to share the peace Princess Christmas seriously looked at me as if to say “AGAIN? REALLY?” Then she proceeded to try to make off with one of the apron dresses they were dedicating. The fact that she is so cute makes her very, very dangerous. She knows this too-she wields her power whenever possible. Her poor brother. She’s got him doing whatever she wants, and I’m sure this is only the beginning of her world takeover.
While I’m talking about church, keep in mind that if I don’t publish any more blog posts after Saturday, it’s because I’m dead. I have to sing a solo with the choir backing me up next Sunday. I can’t get through the darn song without panic setting in, and I just may very well have a heart attack and die. I haven’t done a solo in years. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve done one since I’ve had children. And I used to do this stuff daily. I used to hire myself out to sing at weddings. I USED TO TEACH MUSIC. Hello Panic Disorder.
Despite worries of impending death by participation in music I think this week is starting out pretty well! If I could do a cartwheel, I’d probably do one. Except knowing me I’d probably pee my pants! Check back in tomorrow to see what mirth and merriment we’re going to be getting into!