Okay, our sink sprang a leak and was drooling all over itself. Not a pretty sight. Damn O-rings. So Charlie says, “How about we go shopping for faucets together?” Sweet talker!

So we went to Home Depot, because: Where else? And we found a whole entire sink for quite a decent price, and the convenience of doing fiddly plumby things out it God’s fresh air (the living room) rather than in the bottom of a kitchen cabinet more than justified the price.

Imagine my surprise when my part of the business turned out to be more than writing a check!

I got to hold stuff, peel the backing off sticky things, wipe excess sealant off things that didn’t need to be sealed, endeavor to decipher the directions (which seem to have been written by some of my spam commenters in committee), and watch for leaks when the water was turned back on.

I feel as if I ought to swagger and spit and work my hands in a grimy rag and hitch up my tool belt.

Yes, I removed my fingernail polish and cut my nails before I got all Bob the Builder wit’ my bad self.

And here it is: TA-DAAAAA! As Charlie’s Aunt Ora Mae used to say, now ain’t that pretty?

I’m as proud as if I had done some of the actual work.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: An unlikely character helps with a home improvement project.

–Oh — Happy Halloween.

MA