Mrs. Fix-It

It seems all I do lately is fix broken things around here. I’ve become an expert at darning favorite socks (yes socks, don’t ask), re-stringing necklaces, gluing bobble-heads back together and untangling army-guy parachutes. Anything in need of fixing ends up in a pile on my dresser.


Tonight, it was a trip to the Toys ‘R Us to have Finn’s bike repaired. He was riding it to the park on Sunday when the pedal fell off. I tried to reattach it, but the screw part (actual technical term) was stripped, so off we went to have the pedal replaced. The staff were very good about it and fixed us up in no time, no questions asked.

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There are days I wish Dean was more handy and old-fashioned, taking over the “man’s work” – servicing cars, bringing in the groceries, putting bikes together and doing the house and yard maintenance. But as much as it would be nice to sit back and let him do the heavy lifting, I don’t think it’s in my nature. I’d be telling him how to do things, offering up suggestions on better methods and just generally driving him crazy. Kind of like I do now, but since I’m the one with a drill in my hand, he tends to let it go. He’s a smart cookie, my Dean.

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