Helaine handles the finances (masterfully) and keeps us organized. I kill varmints and act as our inept handyman.
That was my role yesterday–handyman.
Though I was oblivious to it Helaine noticed a slowdown in the shower drain.
In my world being oblivious is an energy saving device. That’s a guy thing, right?
I headed upstairs with needle nose pliers, a screwdriver and a medical clamp I acquired in the 70s. Don’t ask. I just acquired it–’nuff said.
Once I lifted the cap the cause of the stoppage was obvious. There was a clump of hair the size of a collie down there! Oh, that’s where it’s been going.
If you’ve never performed this thankless job beware–the hair stinks! No, really. It’s awful.
I went downstairs, got a plastic bag and removed it in much the same way Stef removes Roxie’s poop from the lawn. Yuck!
Today Helaine turned to me and said, “My ankles thank you.”
It’s no wonder she married me. I’m such a macho stud with crazy handyman skills.