I Freaking Love My Husband...

Oh, honey. I truly, madly, deeply love you. And not just because you are the handiest man EVER. And you can fix anything. Okay, well that's part of it. You see, this weekend amongst the subzero temperatures we experienced in the north Georgia mountains, we had a plethora of problems. Friday night our heat stopped working. We thought (even though the gas gauge said we had 40% of our fuel level) that the gauge had frozen up and we were out of fuel. We spent the night Friday using our electric heaters and trying to stay bundled up. Saturday morning the gas man refilled our tank and to our surprise, the heat still wouldn't work. Great. Then Robin discovered the kitchen sink wasn't draining. Double great. So Mr. Handyman himself goes into the basement to discover that the drain line connecting the kitchen sink/dishwasher/washing machine is frozen and all of the water has backed up and flooded the HVAC unit. Truly great. Robin spends all day Saturday and Sunday working tirelessly to fix our house issues. By Sunday afternoon, he had the heat working again. Eureka! By Sunday night, he had the drain pipe thawed and we could once again use the kitchen sink/dishwasher/washing machine. Double eureka! I really love him. A lot.