And he fixed it. My amazing Terminator Engineer husband is that good. I feel sorry for women who are married to men who can't fix things.
TosaGuy noted that Americans don't fix their own stuff anymore. I am proud*/worried to say that SH is trying to fix his beard trimmer. (Turns out the battery is corroded and needs to be removed and a new one soldered in. Why isn't that "L" pronounced?) He has also taken this opportunity to remind me that I should not have donated his other beard trimmer to Goodwill and this is yet another instance, like the salad spinner, where my haste to get rid of stuff has Led To Disaster.
* One of the most romantic things SH has ever done was when we had been dating about six months. I told him I wanted a break -- didn't want to see or talk to him for a month because I needed to know if I would miss him and I had to find a job. You know, because I was a gold-digger and just using him for his money that he didn't have because he was so vicious in his divorce.
Anyhow, I blogged about how both my washer and dryer had broken in the same day. I figured out what was wrong and had ordered the parts and was going to fix it myself. (Some people suggested just buying new machines, which seemed ridiculous considering the parts were $30. And I was unemployed.)
A few hours later, I had a phone message from SH: "I found a good fare from Chicago tomorrow morning. I'm driving there. I'll rent a car in Memphis. I'm coming to fix your washer. If you don't want me to come, you need to let me know by 8:00 tomorrow morning."
He showed up at my door, even though I had told him to stay away for the month - no, I did not call by 8:00 the next morning - and he was nervous as all heck but he still did it because he didn't want me to be without clean clothes, and FIXED MY MAJOR APPLIANCES.
Is there anything more romantic?
I don't think so.