Forget everything I said.
I need a man, and I need one now.
This change of heart was brought on by the rain yesterday, and while that sounds sentimental, I assure you it is not.
My desperate need is on account of the fact that my windshield wiper is falling off. It's loose, you see and it drags behind the wiper blade. It sort of slap-slap-slaps as the wiper blade swishes across my window. The lower half of the thing is effective, it's just the top that doesn't do it's job. Women simply shouldn't have to worry about things like car maintenance.
Nor yard and garage things either.
My garage door is broken beyond fathoming. The chain has come loose and it droops down like a noose, inviting an insurance claim. The door will still open manually, but it won't shut all the way. It's stupid, and I hate it.
The sprinklers need to be blown out. This one I could likely handle. In fact, as soon as a cold spell is in the forecast, I'll call the number that's been sitting by the phone for a month, and they'll come take care of it for me.
So, I need a braniac, over 6 feet tall, who can fix things. Any leads?
1 comment:
Kells Bells, shouldn't one of your house church men help out with things that are beyond your scope? Enlist one of them to come over to fix your windshield wiper and garage door and then make him cookies or something. That's the best lead I have.
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