Mark your calendar, people! Hick did a handyman job around OUR HOUSE!
Let the record show that it took five minutes. And that it was his own idea, and nothing I had asked for. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
The job involved our washer. Hick pulled it away from the wall, and checked the cold water hose. Cold water entering the washer has slowed to a trickle over the years. Takes a long time to wash a load of clothes. I have nothing but time. It didn't really bother me. But Hick is a man of impatience.
You may recall that Hick does his own laundry, after expecting me to pick his dirty clothes off the floor of our bedroom in my $17,000 house during our first year of marriage. I told him I'd do the laundry that was in the hamper, but I was not picking it up off the floor. Rather than conform to my rules of washing, Hick declared that he would do his OWN laundry. Alrighty then. It was not exactly a punishment for me.
Anyhoo... I guess Hick doesn't like waiting too long while sitting in his recliner on a Sunday evening watching Yellowstone while his wash is sloshing around in the laundry room. So he announced that he would be fixing the washer's water connection.
Of course he also said he would be doing it while I was in town, because he didn't want to hear me complaining. About what, I'm not sure. However, he showed up two hours before I left for town, right after I'd put a load of towels in the dryer. He forged ahead and fixed the hose while I was sitting at the kitchen table with HIPPIE.
Now if I could only get Hick to decide that the basement stairs need a rail...