… if you place it directly under someone’s ass.

The drawer sticks. It does not close very well.  And I am still unsure if it is sturdy enough to handle anything inside

But… I’m not saying a word, at least not anymore.

Dadisodes and I finally talked.  Actually, I probably spoke a little louder.  And as usual, his selective amnesia for all things handy miraculously resolved immediately.  However, I’ve been down this road before.

I raise a stink; he suddenly volunteers to do laundry and fix things he’s left untouched for 9 months.

It never lasts.  Not for any longer than a day.

However, after speaking (loudly), he surprising admitted to just not being able to complete most of the projects around the house.  So we decided that if and when we can, we should hire contractors rather than waiting around for him to piece meal the dozen or so unfinished projects around the house over the next ten years.

And I have resolved that this will take time.

However, until then….

No. new. projects.

I guess sometimes when you light a fire, you should let it smolder before you burn down the house.

PLUS, he’s agreed to buy a “real“ lawn mower. Just in case.  Because I have strange premonition I will continue to be the one doing that chore.