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I'm going to chalk today up to a learning experience. Seriously. My hubby and I have been refurbishing an old mobile home for our youngest daughter who wants to get out of apartment living. Now, this trailer is no prize. Holes in the floor, rotted carpet and backed up plumbing. (What can I say? It was free.) Hubby replaced the floors, put in new carpet and linoleum and replumbed or fixed the pipes. Today we were supposed to finished the last bits to make it liveable. Yeah. Right. Somehow, I thought "we" was just a verbal typo of "he". How wrong I was. I found myself on the working end of a screwdriver installing smoke alarms. Not bad. Then I was expected to change door locks. I panicked. I couldn't help it. I've never changed a knob before in my life. If you want walls painted or floors cleaned or even curtains made, I'm your go-to girl. Not maintenence. Not me. It turns out, it's not so difficult. I then caulked the kitchen sink and the new bathtub surround. I discovered later that caulking does come off your hands if you scrub hard enough but I think my jeans are history. Still, the trailer is done and I learned a lot. The next time a character needs to change to locks and kick her old boyfriend to the curb, I won't have to call my hubby for directions. I can simply write with confidence. However, if a motor needs overhauled or I need to bypass an electronic lock using a condom, he's still my guy... A touch of fantasy... https://www.deborahmcnemar.webs.com |