Sweet Man is just that, a sweet man, however he is like all of his kind, testosterone impaired. Have you ever noticed if you tell a male you have a problem, they want to fix it? If you tell a female you have a problem, often times it's more of a brain storming kinda interaction. I have some female friends who are much like my Aunt Sue was. The show me the hole and I'll tell you all about it kinda gals but grains of salt are the necessary items with know it alls anyway. But men.....well they just wanna fix it and forget about it.
We are like so many in the country these days, having to cut back on our expenses. Things we used to take for granted being able to have, are not necessities but luxuries now. Habits we thought would be hard to break are in fact harder than we thought in some cases (but I like coffeebucks). Eating meals out has become a thing of the past, except a couple of times a month instead of the weekly we used to do. And it's a good thing there are blogs out there teaching about how to economize and make your own food items that are costly. I really have learned to do alot of cooking from scratch where the cost is just a drop in the bucket compared to buying the bucket.
So enter the internet/phone/TV provider rate hike of 6 months ago and again 3 months ago and then on this bill. Yikes. I almost swallowed my heart when I read the amount they wanted. So, my bad. I said some explatives out loud and Sweet Man overheard and asked what was wrong and I told him. Yep, I'm an idiot. I actually gave him the keys to the kingdom of "I'll fix-it". Never fear, your man is here!!!!!!!!
Last time this happened it was car insurance and he went on the internet and got quotes.......well actually what we really got was, calls from insurance companies from here to Zanzabar nightly and this was 17 months ago when he began that Windmill combat thing. Anyway, he found us a way to save money. My butt cheeks clenched at the words. But I smiled. "Really honey, how"? Blah, blah, blah and then they will, blah, blah and they will be here tomorrow to install it. "Oh shit".
And sure enough, two testosterone impaired human beings showed up to install IT. Our crawl space access door is in the closet in the office................and of course there was not a preplan on the part of my HONEY. So while the installers watched, SM pulled out all the crap in the office closet. Then he followed them through the house, under the house, on the roof, the entire 3 hours they were here. Because of the install, they ran telephone cord from every TV to the central whatthehellever, I said nothing. There were cords going every which way down the hall across the front entry.....you get it. I calmly asked how long those cords would be there for the kids to trip over, the dogs to nibble on and the cat to have a field day with and they said.....with their mouths.......out loud for God and everyone else to hear.....wait for it..............ONLY 48 HOURS. Sweet Judas in the garden.....shoot me now!!!! That was in my head. On the outside I turned to SM and said..."honey, I think you're gonna need a whole lot of duct tape". Sweet Man cringed.
So the semi humans came to have the purchaser of the good deal to sign the paperwork. They explained the two year commitment and SM looked like he had been shot.....what? two years? but I don't remember that part in the reading I did when I ordered it online? Be that as it may. We're stuck for two years.....really SM?
So now, I have a thing on the roof, no phone service and when we went to return the equipment to the rate raiser cable company they didn't explain to SM that he needed to call them when we got back home today so that they could activate the internet. So scurry is another thing that I didn't know that SM could do, but damn he can and did and said, "See honey, I didn't interrupt your computer time very long".
You know when they know what is important, you just have to smile and give them the atta boy look and wink.
He is my Sweet Man................urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Smile Linda it's only two years.