Honey Don'ts

Good mornin to all,

I promised you a story last time, so here it is, but first let me tell you I really love my husband. A few years ago we lived in a house that had a large kitchen and the utility room adjoined and they had the same tile on both rooms. There was a shelving unit with doors, hot water heater, washer and dryer on the same wall and in that order.

One day I noticed a tile in front of the washer seemed different. I reached down and it was completely loose, so I picked it up and that's when I noticed the dampness. I grabbed some old rags and put them in front of the washer to see just how bad the water leak was going to be.

That weekend when he came home off the truck, yes he drove a truck for 27 years of our 28 year marriage. That's another different story. Back to the water story. He immediately insisted the washer was leaking and took it out to the garage. Okay, that will eliminate one possible source of water, but he didn't stop there.

He put a fan on the floor to dry it and found some replacement tiles stored in the shelf close by. I suggested he wait a few days before trying to replace the tiles, you know, to make sure the washer was the source of the leak. He was positive and he was on a mission. Does this sound familiar to anyone else?

I hinted that maybe it might be the hot water heater, but he was certain it was the washer. He dived right in and glued the replacement tiles down the next day. He left out on the truck on Monday morning and I went to work feeling good about the world. Surprise! Surprise! The floor was puddling when I got home from work that day. Not just water, but this milky colored liquid was oozing up between the cracks in the tile.

You guessed it! The glue that didn't dry because of the leak, was now a problem along with the H20. I grimaced and waited for him to call home. Back then we didn't even know anything about cell phones, so he used calling cards. That seems like a long time ago, but it was in the 90's. He came home in a few days, but he still wasn't convinced that it wasn't the washer. I mean really, process of elimination didn't help him?

He went out to the garage and filled the washer with water. I couldn't figure out his purpose so I ask him where he was going to drain it and he told me to just wait and see. Well I had already been waiting several days and I was seeing more problems than solutions.

I gave up at this point and told him it was time to call a plumber, which we did and it was the water heater. The plumber advised me to call my insurance company because of the water damage to the floor and the white gooey stuff smeared all over the tile. I never told anyone until now how the white gooey stuff got on the floor.

Sure enough, the insurance adjuster came and said we were covered and he would have the company send a check for the damage to the floor.

I don't let him fix anything that seems to be serious, I just shrug and say, "Honey, let's call somebody." I wouldn't hurt his feelings for the world, but........ you can see now why I call him my tool man. Good thing he doesn't work anymore cause this might hurt his resume. Ya think?

You had to be there because it was comical, just like the time the whole family went to Nashville and he got us lost. We stopped in a rest area to take a break and he kept telling us all that we were going the wrong direction. We needed to go South and he was positive we were going North. We all tried to tell him he was wrong, but he told us he knew these highways cause he drove a truck all over the U.S. Our little caravan pulled out and we got about 10 miles up the road when he decided we better turn around and go the other direction. He still hasn't lived that one down. We call him Memphis. He still denies he did it, but he did.  It still stings that he got lost, but we cut him no slack at all because we're family and that's just the way it is.

Happy Thanksgiving to all,

Until Later,
Okie Girl @ Home