After working in the garage all afternoon Saturday, I was tired when I came back into the house to take a shower and relax. Not so fast! My wife advised me that our laundry tub in the basement into which our wash machine empties may be leaking. And she had laundry to do. *sigh* She was correct on both. There definitely was a leak and she had laundry backed-up. As I poked around to find the leak, my finger did this …
I’m really going to miss these guys …
My brother-in-law came over to my house this last weekend to emasculate me. No, not purposely, and not literally, but definitely figuratively. He’s a great guy that actually donated a kidney to another one of my brother-in-laws. We definitely wanted him to come over. He is a retired carpenter that we have hired to do many manly carpentry-based jobs over the years. Now, we wanted him to install a floor in our family room. That’s where my emasculation comes in.
It’s not like I couldn’t install the floor in our family room. I just didn’t want to. I installed our basement floor by myself. It worked out okay, although I do encourage people to avoid walking on the floor. I prepped our family room floor by removing carpet, padding, trim, staples, and old leveling compound from the floor. I added new leveler and sanded as needed. I did a lot of demo and prep work, but that is nothing compared to laying floor planks down. That’s real man’s work, and I would not be doing it. Let my emasculation begin!
Even worse, I would have to hang around the house to ‘assist’ my brother-in-law in various ways. I imagined some of them to include:
- Get him beverages.
- Get him snacks.
- Bring him tools.
- Be embarrassed when he asks to borrow a tool from me that I should have because I’m a guy, but don’t.
- Say how nice his handiwork looks.
But no, no, no. That didn’t happen, thanks to this beauty …