Fixing Things

FIXING THINGS 

I am a fixer. I did not warn my husband about this before we were married. So imagine his surprise when I tried to fix the sink and broke a pipe (which he then had to fix), or when I tried to fix the rearview mirror the other day and decided to cut a series of wires that apparently had a purpose and corresponded to a series of sensors that, well, no longer sense things. Lucky for me I married a man that finds all of this terribly amusing (to his credit he actually laughed when he realized what I had done to the car). Although I am pretty sure he will never let me near electrical wiring again.