If you’ve read my blog for any amount of time, then you already know I like to throw my husband under the bus. A lot. Actually, I honestly wouldn’t say I’m throwing him under, but rather he’s jumping in front of it.
Well guess what? This is not that post. My husband accomplished the impossible last night! Yes, I had to nag him about this issue for 2+ months. Yes, my Dad finally had to start nagging him about it. Yes, it took him at least a week to figure out how to fix it. But, in the end, he did it! And I am proud!
Let me tell you something about my husband. He is not a handy guy. He just isn’t. It’s not like he doesn’t come from handy people either because his Dad and my Dad are both very handy dudes. Don’t get me wrong, Shawn is a great husband, but he excels more at things like cooking and cleaning than carpentry or auto mechanics. Which, is why what he did is a really big deal!
Are you ready? My husband put power steering fluid in my car. Yup. And I drove it today, and I didn’t die! I think I’m going to order this for him to put in his car window, because that’s how proud I am!
In other news, Alivia lost her brand spanking new Land’s End lunch box today. Just great. Note to self: When we move, buy a house within walking distance of the school, so she never has to step foot on a bus again!
And, in even more news…a patient at work today breathed in my mouth. Yes, you heard me. He breathed In. My. Mouth. Not once, but twice! I wanted to die. I actually wanted to die. Then, for the next hour, I wanted to vomit.
That is all.