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Handy....woman????

Our shower has not been functional for 6 months.  The caulking keeps peeling off.  Apparently you need caulking on the seals.  Otherwise water seeps behind the tiles.  Are you impressed with my knowledge of showers yet??  You should be.
We have a gorgeous glassed in shower......that we cannot use.
I am about ready to fix it myself.
My husband is not only crazy busy with our company....but is also NOT  a huge fan of handy work....which prevents him from jumping on this job with excitement and joy.
I, on the other hand, would work on my house 24-7 if given the opportunity.  But I know NOTHING of handy...person....jobs.
Which makes me think.....how many handy-WOMEN are out there??????
"Of course I cut the grass!!!  I LOVE cutting the grass!!!" one of my girlfriends once told me.
"John??  We don't need John!!  I'll cut this wood myself!!!"  another friend says.
Then there's my BFF who on a regular basis is telling me things that she has done around her house.  Some of these projects include the words "taping", "plastering", "hinging"...is that even a word???  Sometimes I think she makes up words.
Anyhoozle......I usually never know what she's talking about.  But ..I luff her....so I smile and nodd while she's talking...and I am usually thinking of what hairstyle I will be sporting next month.
Do these women truly love doing handy-work or do they HAVE to because their husbands cannot??
And how do you learn???  Are there classes??? 
I picture myself showing up on first day of "handy-lady" classes.....with stilettos, red lipstick and perfectly coifed platinum hair......my Harajuku Lovers notebook and fuzzy pink pen in hand.   I'm afraid I will get "caulked" by the other ladies in class.
I have been debating caulking our shower for the past 3 months.  But the whole project seems so daunting.  So each night....I stand in front of our shower....with a tube of caulking in hand.......until I realize that I haven't read the recent copy of US WEEKLY yet....and I run away...as fast as I can.
I go to sleep that night...I have a nightmare.......I am being chased by a giant tube of caulking.
This is RIDICULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!  I can do this!!!!!!
"Babe???"  my husband yells.
"Yeah???"
"Do we have anything planned for this weekend???"
"Ummm...no."  I answer.
"Ok....I'm going to finally fix that shower of ours".
sigh. phew!
"Oh really???" I say  "No biggie...I was gonna do it!" I say smirking.
"Awww....that's sweet.  It's ok...I got it"
Tee hee.
I flip the page......did you know that Jennifer Aniston is engaged????  Good for her :)  I'm glad she's finally found happiness. Go Team Aniston!!!

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  1. Laurie16 August 2012 at 06:59

    Oh Leo I love you! Hahaha. I am a handy woman of sorts. I love to build things...ok assemble things, but I would build them had I the time and not 3 children hanging off of my every limb (yes, I have 4 limbs, but somehow 3 children manage to occupy every one of them). I am also the repairer of all things electronic, computer dis-assembler and head of the department of mangled toys. Keep writing.

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