My husband was shocked when I first used a hardware tool. He was suppose to put up a small plastic cabinet in the bathroom of our apartment as there was no place to store anything – mostly his electric razor and hair brush (I just brought my hair brush from my dresser when needed). We bought the cabinet and it sat around – and around – and around. I was home alone one day and took out a screwdriver and hung the cabinet and put his stuff in it.
When he came home I showed it to him. He was concerned and asked what I used to level it – “the top edge of the tiles” – and which mollies I had used – “none”. “It will never stay up” he pronounced. When we moved out 6 years later he had trouble unscrewing it from the wall!
In his family hardware was part of the men’s world and women did not use same. I grew up in a family of daughters and served as substitute son for my dad.
Over the ensuing 30 plus years he often depends on me to work with tools when things are not where he can get to without getting ill (such as involving bending down).
Gizmo Cat over 1 year ago
Yep! Love it when my SO assists me with fixing things. With us, the roles are usually reversed, I fix, he hands me the stuff I need.
rickmac1937 Premium Member over 1 year ago
Join my club Ben
FassEddie over 1 year ago
Don’t you need to wash those hands before you get a doughnut? Ewww!
tammyspeakslife Premium Member over 1 year ago
“What’s it like?”
cuzinron47 over 1 year ago
Now if he was fixin’ the toilet it’d be a different kinda doughnut.
heathcliff2 over 1 year ago
I suspect she is willing because she is more likely to get what she wants.
mafastore over 1 year ago
My husband was shocked when I first used a hardware tool. He was suppose to put up a small plastic cabinet in the bathroom of our apartment as there was no place to store anything – mostly his electric razor and hair brush (I just brought my hair brush from my dresser when needed). We bought the cabinet and it sat around – and around – and around. I was home alone one day and took out a screwdriver and hung the cabinet and put his stuff in it.
When he came home I showed it to him. He was concerned and asked what I used to level it – “the top edge of the tiles” – and which mollies I had used – “none”. “It will never stay up” he pronounced. When we moved out 6 years later he had trouble unscrewing it from the wall!
In his family hardware was part of the men’s world and women did not use same. I grew up in a family of daughters and served as substitute son for my dad.
Over the ensuing 30 plus years he often depends on me to work with tools when things are not where he can get to without getting ill (such as involving bending down).