My hubby is under the impression that he’s “handy.” She consistently tries to “fix” anything that’s broken in our home. In reality, he usually just takes things apart, studies their components, tries to identify the problem, plus attempts (usually unsuccessfully) to put them back together! While I love my hubby, he’s rarely been able to solve any complications that arise in our home… Last winter, our boiler stopped blowing moderate air. It blew chilly air, which only turned our household into a wasteland that was barely less frozen than the one outside. My pal plus I bundled up in layers of jackets, blankets, plus socks, plus my hubby—toolbox in hand—determined to repair the boiler. I heard clanging, grating, banging, plus numerous expletives from down in the basement while I drank sizzling cocoa plus tried to distract myself with a Lifetime film, then all while thinking, “I don’t even want to know what havoc he’s wreaking on our furnace!” After a few hours of this unsettling soundtrack, my hubby finally came back upstairs, however as usual, with slumped shoulders, he said, “Okay, it’s time to call someone.” I picked up the computer plus called a trusted Heating plus Air Conditioning dealer. I was lucky that our local Heating plus Air Conditioning company has a 24-hour emergency line, plus they sent a corporation out immediately. The corporation took care of numerous elements of our heating equipment, plus he asked my hubby plus I numerous questions about the boiler to try to get an idea of what was wrong. After a few tweaks to the heating equipment, the problem was fixed, plus I was in a officially-heated heaven! I almost hugged her, while I’ve consistently known that the best course is to call an experienced dealer, I think that message finally registered for my “handy” hubby!
