My husband Rico is a man of many talents. He’s a big bid’ness man…a fixer upper of properties,a builder of a Mexican restaurant, a seller of financial services.
He also marches to the beat of a different drum.
You might say he’s a little unconventional.
We live in the country. We are ten miles from work, ten miles from the grocery, ten miles from pizza.
We live so far out, we have sketchy cell phone service. Sometimes they have to pipe in sunshine.
Living in the country has it’s perks. The kids can run free and leave their crap all over the yard. We can burn stuff whenever we like and we can make home improvements without the prying eyes of the neighbors.
If we lived in a fancy, schmancy subdivision, we would have to have approval from the appropiate committees to do outside renovations to our home. Renovations that Rico thinks are just grand…a little unconventional…and a whole lotta redneck.
I don’t think we’d make the grade.
Recently, our house has been a little smelly…a little sewer smelly. We had a “p-trap” problem with our plumbing. I was ready to call the plumber, which is our cousin, Uncle Brother, but Rico, being the super genius man that he is decided he could solve the problem himself.
After a trip to Lowe’s and thirty five minutes, the smell from my house had vanished. I was astonished until I went outside and saw this hot mess of redneck plumbing…
Look at him…he thinks this is a good thing. He actually said to me they would look better if they were chrome.
I swear to God people…this is not a joke. He is really leaving this on my house.
I’m still waiting for Howie Mandel to tell me this is a joke.
While I am finishing this post, he has just put a college dorm room size refrigerator in the bathroom. I swear to God, I live in hell.
