If I were to list out Mike's very best qualities in order of importance, above sense of humor and the ability to make Kyle's eyes light up like a Christmas tree, I would put this: knows how to fix a busted pipe.
I didn't realize just how invaluable this quality was until yesterday, the day we officially had a busted pipe, but it presented itself to me rather quickly when I learned that Mike fixing the busted pipe would cost us a lot of time and a little money and someone else fixing the busted pipe would cost us a lot of time and ALL THE MONEY TO OUR NAMES. Single ladies, amend those "what I want in a man" lists and make sure "handy with a wrench" tops them. You won't be disappointed, especially if you're in Texas where the weather is a motherfucker. I'm sorry, but it is.
I imagine the crappy weather isn't completely behind us since it's barely January, but I'm pretending it's gone for good, hallelujah, good riddance. That's the same attitude I took with Kyle's teeth. After the top two broke through I celebrated and exhaled and thought, "Oh, so glad that's over! Onward!" AREN'T I CUTE? Since he has a good two dozen teeth left to cut, that positive(ly insane) thinking is just so adorable. Denial, it's as if parents start bathing in it the moment their kids are born.
Mike is fixing some other things tomorrow and then he's promised we'll have running water and leak-free pipes by the time I get home. He's either as good as I give him credit for or my Crazy Eyes scared him enough to lie through his teeth so I'd stop with the yelling. I promised this year to become better in a crisis. Let me amend that: I promise to become better in a crisis when it doesn't involve broken pipes.
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In unrelated, loose-end-tying-up news, Mike and I somewhat decided to go to Santa Fe and Taos for our mini-getaway this year. If you have any tips, let me know.