When people politely say, “Wow! So you’re renovating AND having a baby!” I *usually* fight the urge to be rude and instead say something along the lines of, “My husband IS Bob the Builder, you know.”
To set the record straight, I am not married to the cartoon character (or this blog would be a lot more interesting/weird). My husband’s name isn’t even Bob. But when it comes to doing things around the house, can he build it? YES HE CAN.
My husband can do just about everything when it comes to home repairs and home renovation. Seriously. If I were at all close to being in a construction-related vocation, I would have developed a serious inferiority complex by now. I can’t even hang a picture without a stud finder anymore, and honestly, I usually just wait for him to do it because he always does a better job. Fortunately for my ego he has trouble with their/there/they’re, who/whom, you’re/your and such grammatical distinctions, so I get to strut my stuff every so often.
But I digress. So far he’s done all the electrical for the house (I’ll get into the nitty-gritty when I start posting pictures), run the gas line for the oven (yikes!), installed tile (I got to help with that one, but I got reprimanded for being on the phone while tiling), been on the roof like a spider monkey- you name it. Next on the list is hacking a hole in the fireplace so he can mount his new TV above the mantle. What can I say, he got a new TV so I got some awesome new boots- that’s how our marriage works (and I can post a picture of those fab boots, too!).
Throughout this blog I’ll be sure to give him credit for all the things he’s done to the house (and will do…right, Honey?). And I’ll refrain from calling him Bob the Builder and instead go with Rhett. Get it? Tara…Scarlett…Rhett…
To set the record straight, I am not married to the cartoon character (or this blog would be a lot more interesting/weird). My husband’s name isn’t even Bob. But when it comes to doing things around the house, can he build it? YES HE CAN.
My husband can do just about everything when it comes to home repairs and home renovation. Seriously. If I were at all close to being in a construction-related vocation, I would have developed a serious inferiority complex by now. I can’t even hang a picture without a stud finder anymore, and honestly, I usually just wait for him to do it because he always does a better job. Fortunately for my ego he has trouble with their/there/they’re, who/whom, you’re/your and such grammatical distinctions, so I get to strut my stuff every so often.
But I digress. So far he’s done all the electrical for the house (I’ll get into the nitty-gritty when I start posting pictures), run the gas line for the oven (yikes!), installed tile (I got to help with that one, but I got reprimanded for being on the phone while tiling), been on the roof like a spider monkey- you name it. Next on the list is hacking a hole in the fireplace so he can mount his new TV above the mantle. What can I say, he got a new TV so I got some awesome new boots- that’s how our marriage works (and I can post a picture of those fab boots, too!).
Throughout this blog I’ll be sure to give him credit for all the things he’s done to the house (and will do…right, Honey?). And I’ll refrain from calling him Bob the Builder and instead go with Rhett. Get it? Tara…Scarlett…Rhett…
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