Our upstairs tub faucet suddenly broke yesterday. It would be less annoying if it weren't on the heels of the shit-thick plumbing problem of last week.
Just let me say here, my husband and I are not handy people. When the new neighbors moved in and immediately built, by hand, the Taj Mahal of backyard playsets, we drank beer and mocked their efforts in snarky voices, all while coveting even an iota of that kind of construction know-how. If we are ever forced to construct, fix or sell things as a means of earning money, I'm pretty sure we would quickly spiral into homelessness.
So when the Home Depot how-to guide said a professional can fix a faucet in 15 minutes, a novice in 30 and a beginner in 45, it's speaks to our talents that it took a full evening, not to mention the day we spent without water waiting for evening to arrive.
Just five beers, two episodes of Top Chef and 13 hours to fix one bathtub faucet. And yes, that is a hairdryer helping deconstruct the faucet in the provide photo. At least the bathtub isn't filled with water.
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