I recently waxed philosophic on my proclivity to "fix" things.
My lovely bride this afternoon asked me to help her do something. I quickly donned my knight in shining armor gear, and leapt into action.
I now have a boot with no heel to show for it. And she giggled at me. Then I got a hammer. What she needed help with is fixed.
Now I need to fix my boot.
2 comments:
Das boot?
No, broke boot. Heel gone solo.
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