Guest blogger! My sweet husband

This poem he wrote beautifully sums up my Saturday. Thanks honey!

The home repair was to be simple; a snake, a sink, a resolution
and then the comedy of errors began.
A broken U-Pipe led to one visit from the father-in-law,
one visit from the mother-in-law (to investigate a possible crime scene),
one argument between lovers,
and two visits from the plumbers.

It also included five trips to Home Depot (two for the lovers, two for the wife, one for the husband),
which resulted in one set of galvanized nipple extractors (of which a million jokes could be made),
one 10-inch pipe,
one plumbers wrench (which didn't work),
two faucet-handle combinations,
and three hoses with adaptors.
All of this around $300, which will be less after we return items as recommended by Mr. Plumbing.

Yet the cost of the home repair goes far beyond money.
It cost the lovers one saturday,
over 12 hours of sunny weather,
dinner for the husband at his favorite restaurant,
and untold amounts of stress.

And yet in the end the disaster was not so much of one.
The father-in-law felt useful (and showed us tools he was proud of),
the mother-in-law didn't have to put her past profession to use,
dinner was had by the wife and friend (and they sat at the owner's table),
dinner was brought to the husband,
a new set of faucet handles were installed,
one plumber's hammer is being held hostage,
and the lovers made up.

All because the home repair was to be simple; a snake, a sink, a resolution.

(adapted from "The Diameter of a Bomb" by Yehuda Amichai)