My husband is trying to fix a leak in the toilet today. There's been a drip in the water line that fills the tank that he's tried to convince me was condensation, but it's not. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. This has become an extended project. I don't know how many fittings he's stripped or how many trips to the implement shed it will take, but he's on a mission to prove me wrong.
This happens because he and I have have completely different logic. He thinks he can get by with a scrap from here or there and end up with some albatross of a repair. I think one trip to town for $10 worth of supplies is well worth the trouble. I had to open my mouth, so we have this impass.
He has about five different hoses he's stealing pieces from to "make it work". He's doing all this before he does his chores. This will, of course, make him late for lunch. Which will in turn, be my fault. The blame always ends up on my doorstep.
He irritates the hell out of me. If he can't fix it with what he's got, that will be my fault too. He'll say he'll go to town for the parts "just to satisfy me".
This repair has been piddled with for at least six months now. You would think he would have a solution by now. I suppose there is no way that any of my suggestions could be the right ones. I see a straight line between point A and point B. He always takes the scenic route.
Lord help me.
CW



