Have I mentioned lately how fabulously multi-talented my husband is? By day he's a Ph.D working with radar, by night he's a plumber. Our kitchen faucet has been leaking and the parents noticed it when they were here during the birthday weekend. So we jerry-rigged a small tupperware bowl and a cafeteria tray under the sink to catch the drips. Well, the temporary fix just didn't work. Now, what does Jon do? Does he succumb to the temptation to call a plumber? Of course not! He hops on the internet, finds the faucet schematics, pulls that bad boy apart and, with engineer-preciseness, finds the problem. His handy-dandy sidekicks run to the plumbing parts store, pick up what our hero needs and Voila! Triumph! Seriously, you should see how many parts there are to this faucet--I think it requires at least a Ph.D to put it back together correctly. Hurray--the kitchen faucet works again and the sidekick doesn't have to wash dishes in the bathroom!
But does our hero stop with the success of one vanquished faucet? Oh no! He charges up the stairs, pulls apart this bathroom drain we've always had problems with, uses the parts his sidekick hands him and yet again, Voila! It's fixed!
The Air Force better be careful--if Jon gets tired of radar, he can always fall back on his new-found night job.