Today I informed the Warlock of dishwasher plumbing issue. Today is Sunday.
I, in my lithe state, have crawled under the sink to manually drain the dishwasher all week long. Today I was not feeling slinky enough to maneuver into a position where I would be able to use a screwdriver to tighten the hose clamp around the dishwasher hose. I cheerfully offered to locate a plunger, leaving the Warlock home with Bardo, alone, to work on my little last-minute honey-do task. When I returned the Warlock was mad, the dishwasher was in the middle of the kitchen, and Bardo was dancing around the entryway.
The Warlock, with intensity, growled, "Please don't ever do this to me on a Sunday, again. This is a perfect Saturday task...I just taught Bardo his first four-letter word."
Whoops.
6 comments:
Was it OOPS? :)
Uh, no.
Poor Warlock. It must of been more difficult than he expected.
Actually, it wasn't all that difficult. The problem was simple, but I needed to do a lot of work to figure that out. But I have been on death's doorstep with the flu lately, which is why the Witch didn't tell me on Saturday.
Doing verbal profane battle with appliances and hardware during repair attempts is a time-honored prerogative of men everywhere.
Yes, but I learned that the kids must taken away during appliance battles.
Learning dirty words to use while working is simply a right of passage!
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