Dec 18 2007
Handyman
Golfer insisted that our thermostats aren’t working. Trusting little wife that I’m, I called the company to send repair man. 8am this morning the handsome arrived promptly. Going up and down .. he found nothing wrong. Gawd, lord, I was embarrassed and feeling stupid. Is this how the bored and desperated housefrau do to pass time? He must think I’m retarded: after left for 5 minutes, he doubled back, ring the bell, telling me to put the one of the thermostat back to normal.
Another time, carting few small pc of furniture home. You’d think Golfer would know car better than a little woman? Since he’s with me, the guleis (nothing demeaning here, just like this word) didn’t come out to help. When I told Golfer to remove the bar in the truck, he told me that couldn’t be moved - he drives it to golf all the time, with his buddies pilling in .. .. Ok, I trust him completely. So we jammed in. Coincidentally, I bought another pc of furniture and since I was alone, the guleis helped loading it. One of them ’skillfully’ (easily what I meant) remove the bar, pushed down the back seat without missing a beat. :)) I shall say no more.