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Q: What do you get when you cross an accountant, a housewife, and a broken kitchen faucet?

A: Well, you get a broken kitchen faucet.

We're not what you call "handy" around here. Now, I can quite humbly admit that both Steve and I possess a great deal of redeeming qualities and even talents. We are both very intelligent people, I am sure of it, and I have always thought we were both really well-rounded. And, while I don't want to diminish my husband's manly-ness, repair and installation are not among his forte {Though he is quite able in other manly things such as mowing-the-lawn-like-nobody's-business, taking-out-a-mean-trash-bag, lifting heavy things and the like--am I mocking? I hope not.}

Then we became homeowners and things started breaking at our house....and it scared us. When this happened, we would proudly admit "we can't fix it", and without hesitation, we would whip out the phonebook {or type "dexonline" in Google} and find ourselves a plumber, electrician, or other able-bodied handy-person.

Well, yesterday that all changed. Not knowing my own brute strength, I accidentally broke off the handle to our kitchen faucet. We thought: Okay we'll just not use it until we can get someone over here to fix it. Then, after many accidental "turn-ons" resulting in a drenched accountant and a sopping-wet ceiling--yes, ceiling--we decided to take a family trip to "The Depot". {We have a pet name for it now that we are so handy and plan to frequent "The Depot" more often in areas other than the paint section.}

After some only-somewhat-helpful men in orange aprons "helped" us, we found a faucet and decided we could install it. After we stopped for a boost of sugar at Cold Stone, we headed home, got the kiddies in bed, and began our date night which lasted well into the midnight hour and looked pretty much just like this:

I had to document this momentous occasion. I just had to. This picture is gross. But I had to.

I give you.............a Handy-Man.

The real fact of the matter is, it was I that spent much of the time down here. That was certainly not the original plan, but husband was a little frustrated at not being able to reach all the nuts, bolts, and other what-nots, and he said my dainty arms and hands could fit under better. {Sigh and blush.} So, he muscled the extraction of the old faucet, and piloted the logistics. Then I insisted on doing the dainty work --it was kinda fun, and I was soaking up all the admiration coming my way from husband.

Bottom Line: We are just so stinkin' proud of ourselves.

Other Bottom Line: If you have a faucet that needs to be installed, give us a call. {Disclaimer: Our righteous pride only covers the installation of Delta model#: 468-SSSD. We know those instructions upside-down and sideways. If it's anything else, forget it.}