This week has been busy. And by busy, I mean spent cuddling on the couch 24/7.

How is it today already!? And by today, I mean Thursday.

Will has been 'stuck' in town (oh, gosh darn, hey?! ;) ) due to weather at his home, and I've been sadly showing him my psychotic life... armpit cellulite ... routine of the day while he's been hanging around. And by hanging around, I mean being TOTALLY awesome. And by totally awesome, I mean, HELPING!

Yah, he's a handy boy, that Will. And who doesn't love a hot dude in a tool belt!? He tells me I have to put him to work, so he doesn't get too bored. BORED!!!?? Cuz playing "what's the baby gonna put in her mouth next" games are so NOT boring!

Okay, fair enough--
So he has fixed the broken ottoman. Good thing I owned wood glue! Whoda thunk!?

He has fixed my piano! Not that it sounds any better when I butcher play music on it, so I think I'm gonna be asking for my money back on THAT one! ;) Fixed shcmixed!

He has fixed my rear passenger door on my van. Which, if he did nothing else for me in my entire life, I'd be happy just with that! I have hated having that door broken for SO long, and Mr. Fix It got it to work in just an hour... WHILE babysitting for free entertaining a dayhome kid who is fascinated by tools and cars and all that 'boy' stuff.

He has also built shelves for me in the basement for my food storage that Chris told me he'd build MONTHS ago! Look how pretty!!! During naptime, the two of us set to work on this Shelf-Reliance can holder. We decided that all dating couples should have to put one of these together before getting married! ;) Lucky for us, we got it together without losing an eye getting TOO badly hurt in the process. And by getting hurt, I mean Will scratched his back on the waterheater by accident. I did NOT push him into it have anything to do with that one!

So, now I've got a cleaned food storage area, and I realize how little food I actually HAVE down there in case we all die of swine flu ... I use all my grocery money on Redbulls ... of emergency.


Suffice it to say, dating a handy-dude is kinda fun for me! ;)

I'm actually finding it hard to accept the help. It's just the type of person I am. I mean, really, I've been doing this type of stuff on my own since Chris left the house. But, in all honesty, Chris wasn't that handy, so I've been doing it on my own since we've been married. And by doing it on my own, I mean doing it POORLY just to get by. Like the "shelves" in the garage Will made fun of me for. :( And by shelves, I mean a 1x8 put on a few brackets to hold junk.

I come from a family of women who DO. They are handier than most of their spouses, generations passed down through generations of handy-women who marry incontinents... incompetents non-handy-men.

But apparently I make a good dinner, so at least I've got something to offer back! And by good dinner, I mean I open a can of spagettiOs like no one's business.