Really enjoyable, a great read.
He patched and painted the ceiling in the dining room after I took a step in the attic without the knowlege that one must only step on the beams.
One year, our Christmas tree just would not stay up. Until he screwed the stand to the floor.Right through the carpet.
I’ve watched him open up computers, fiddle around, button them back up and suddenly they work again. But once they’re loaded up, he’s got no use for them.
He has six children. Six times (Daddy, fix thistimes the number of toys each child has owned and/or touched and/or played with) plus (the number of friends who have visited our house times all the toys they’ve broken while here or brought because the toy was broken and they wanted him to fix it)equals roughly a metric fuck-ton of broken.
No child has ever walked…
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