Thursday, March 5, 2009

My Bag and Boilers

My husband is a Licensed Master Plumber. He can wire a giant boiler in his sleep with one hand tied behind his back and the use of only one finger from the other hand. He can go into a customer’s house, practically sniff the air and diagnose the problem.

There is one thing he can’t do though and to be fair, it has nothing to do with wires or pipes.

He can’t find anything in my bag.
It flusters him.
Turns his brain into mush.
Gives him bad dreams.

Makes him stutter even.

I think he’d rather throw the bag out the window and pretend it was stolen just so he won’t have to dig out my wallet.

What’s up with that?

1 comment:

  1. Nice honey, real nice
    hum, why do I love so much ;)