Hello Big Sky Buckeye readers! I am a housewife who has a story to share with you. My dear husband is a great guy and a loving spouse, but I do have issues with his home maintenance skills.
I guess it is okay to tell you more here. Just don’t tell my husband . . . okay?
My hubby’s toolbox is home for his most precious tools. Fortunately, one particular tool is no longer found in his toolbox. Please allow me to tell you why.
Every home has a bathroom commode (or as we Americans say, a toilet). I think commode sounds much more elegant, and my home is definitely a beautiful place.
The commode “always” needs to be in perfect working order, and routine maintenance is sometimes required. This aging commode needs a facelift as its seat is cracked. Hubby says he can buy a new one and install it in a flash. I remember him telling me, “No problem.”
Wives, have you ever heard your husband say the same thing? Sometimes a “simple” job turns into a nightmare.
The rest of what I tell you comes directly from my dear hubby’s mouth (after he confessed to me all of the dreary facts).
A commode seat is attached to the porcelain bowl with a pair of bolts and nuts. Seeing that this commode is an older model, the metal bolts and nuts have rusted together because of the passage of time and bathroom moisture.
My poor hubby strains and works to free up the nut on each bolt, but he is experiencing extra frustration. He tries a couple of different wrenches, but the bolt and nut remain sealed for eternity (or so it seems to him).
But ah! My hubby’s toolbox contains other usual devices. He comes back to the bathroom with a hammer and a chisel. (I kid you not!) He plans to be careful, and a gentle nudge from the chisel will break off the rusted nut from each bolt. I can just hear him saying, “This chisel will do the trick.”
Lying back under the commode to insure he has a proper angle, hubby positions the chisel carefully against the nut. With a graceful swing of the hammer, everything will be okay.
Right?
Oh, so wrong!
The chisel slips off the nut, and the hammer busts out a small hole in the porcelain bowl. Now, you know what husbands do when disaster hits. They run out to the garage for a “deep thinking” session.
You know ladies; it is good to give your husband some space when he is working on a home maintenance project. However, I become curious and wander into the bathroom to check on hubby’s progress.
Thinking he is finished, I decide to help him clean up. (He has thoughtfully taken the hammer and chisel with him.) There are some shavings of some kind in the bowl so I decide to flush them down and away.
Oh my! I flush the commode, and the mother of all floods rushes onto my pristine bathroom floor. With water everywhere, I sprint to the garage to locate my “deep thinking” hubby, who is in deep water now.
Well, let’s wrap up this story before I become aggravated again, and you all enjoy more laughs at my poor hubby’s expense. We now have a three-color commode with slightly differing shades of color for the seat, the bowl, and the original tank.
Yes, my husband manages to replace the seat, but he needs to return to Home Depot to purchase a new porcelain bowl. We won’t even go into the rest of the mess he makes in replacing the bowl . . . oh my goodness!
Hubby’s chisel now hangs in the garage since it has been banished from sitting in his toolbox ever again. Next to the chisel, rests a note (from yours truly). The note states, “Remember to Always Think.”
Wives (and husbands), can I let you in on a quick tip? Always call a professional!
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