Being all domestic and crap...

So...I am a daddy's girl. I always have been and always will be. My dad is pretty awesome and has taught me a lot of stuff throughout my life. He taught me how to change my oil, change my tires, repair my brakes, fix the leaky kitchen sink and the running toilet and all the things you would think would make me a contributing member of society.

Unfortunately...since I was a daddy's girl, my dad also took care of my every whine and whimper when something broke (that I didn't feel like fixing). The phone call would go something like this:

Me: Um, Dad...
Dad: Yeah?
Me: I broke something....
Dad: Oh lord, what is it now?
Me: Well this thing in my engine is making a funny noise..
Dad: Well get out your Nissan handbook and fix it! I taught this crap to you for a reason!
Me: Yeah but I'll mess it up (read: I don't feel like it)
Dad: Alright...I'll be over in an hour.


This has worked out for nearly 23 years of my life. Life put a little damper in my plans, however, when he sent my husband and I to ALABAMA. Yeah, my dad loves me and all, but he's probably not going to drive 15 hours to come fix my leaky sink.

What about my husband you ask? He is the most amazing man in the world...but his dad wasn't the "fix it" kinda dad so he never really learned that stuff. Lucky for us, I did. I've spent my morning with a drill in hand doing the things my dad used to do for me. At the time, I really didn't want to listen to what it was he wanted to explain, thinking to myself... "I'll hire someone to do this when it needs to be done". But today, I couldn't be more happy and I have never felt so accomplished simply fixing things myself. Thanks, Dad.

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