sweetisu

Growing up, everything around the house that is labeled “man’s job” were done by my dad or my brother while all the cooking/housework were done by my mom. I helped with whatever I can and learned a thing or two, but never had to do anything single-handedly.

All that changed when I went to college, more specifically, when I got married.

My husband, bless his heart (it’s OK to say not-so-nice things as long as one says “bless his/her heart,” according to my friend Stephanie), my husband has not a bone of handiness in him. He’s very talented in many areas though. He built the entire KangarooBoo site from scratch using a new language called Ruby on Rails he just learned a few months prior, and is extremely good with caring for our children. He’s responsible for all their baths, how much cooler can he be! But he just isn’t the handy hands-on type who can use a leveler and a power drill without long strings of curse words, or one who knows anything about the inner works of a car.

Hours after we moved into this house, we discovered there is no hot water coming out of the faucets. After fiddling with the water heater trying to start it and many beep-beep words, I went to take a look. The pilot light was off. The previous owner had turned the whole thing off. Within 10 minutes I had the thing up and running, cranking out hot water for us to shower.

I consider myself fairly handy. But I refuse to learn how to hook up all the wires that goes in and out of the TV, printer, fax machine, cable modem, etc etc. Just thinking about those things make my head spin.

I think we’re a pretty good match for each other.

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