Handy Man

The loud crashing noise echoed throughout the whole house. On the couch watching NCIS and playing Angry Birds, I said, "Honey?"  No answer.  Not a sound. NOTHING....no response....total silence, which to tell you the truth, seemed just as loud as the ominous as the crashing. Once again, "Honey" followed by "are you alright?"

Seeming to take forever, the response was slow and deliberate but it was the Prez' voice. "What?"

Then I heard the all too familiar sound of tools.  As the bit of the drill tore into what sounded like a wall, I decided that I'd better go see exactly what the Prez was doing.

He'd drilled a hole directly above the shower, inserted a molly, then the screw...the screw on which to hang the shower caddy.  I was wondering how long it would take him to do that.  Since we moving here in October, the damn thing has come unstuck at least ten times using the suction cups it came with! 

Nice to have my handy~man!