Friday, January 18, 2008
I am grateful for my husband, who manages to fix just about anything around the house, even if he doesn't always understand how exactly those minor miracles happen, and at his hands to boot. To wit, the washer is serviceable once again. He took a bunch of stuff apart, he gave some parts a good whack, and put everything back together again. He claims he didn't do anything. I claim he is a genius. My washing machine is alive and back on duty. I love my man.