The Fixer

Being so new to blogging, I've taken a cue from my best friend I should never use real names. So, last night I came up with the perfect name for my husband; a man who will undoubtedly be part of much storytelling. I've known my husband since seventh grade. He has known me since ninth. Apparently I noticed him before he noticed me. The summer of ninth grade we began seeing each other and just never stopped. We've been together 18 years and married 12. Truly we have been through everything together.
Last night our washing machine sprung a leak at 10:30pm, right before we settled down to watch a movie. Instead of the movie, we mopped up water and I had visions of repairmen and dollar signs swimming before my eyes. But no...my husband pulled the washer out, took off the back, drained the water and found a rusty bobby pin had poked a hole through the casing of the water pump. Quickly I did an Internet search and found the part was likely to cost us $118.00. Not bad, I thought. My husband had other ideas. After he shook out 10 rusty bobby pins and cleaned up the part, he took some type of epoxy he uses in his line of work and sealed the pin hole. He put the machine back together and I held my breath while he did a test drain cycle. No water, fixed washer and no repair bill. My husband is now "the fixer." Smart, sexy and extremely handy...I am one lucky woman.