What a week this has been! The sweet husband decided that he could install the new water heater, he didn't need no damn plumber.
When it starts like this, you know it is NOT going to be a good ending.First, he and Heavan go to Waco to buy the heater, he's really proud because he got a good deal on a 50 gallon heater and the one he is replacing was 40 gallon. My first question is did you measure the old one, it was a pretty tight fit in that little room?
I knew it was going to be bad when his answer was, you ask too many questions.
I asked if it will fit, because the other one was a tight fit and this one is bigger. There is no point in opening the box if it isn't going to fit, does it have the measurements on the box?Now he's getting irritated, stop with all the questions, it will fit, have you ever known me to buy something without making sure.
Ok, I held back, but Heavan said, Dude, you married granny about a month after you met her, you do not have a reputation for checking things out before you do them.Then the laughing started and the argument was over, as ususal.
The heater was a tight fit, and it was in a really tight place where nobody could get in to help him, so by the time he got it done, he was scratched up on his arms, all the time, me asking him to please, just let me call the plumber, you are 70, I do not want you to have a heart attack installing a stupid water heater.
When he came out to tell me it was installed and now the pilot needed to be lit, and if it didn't light he wanted me to understand that he fully intended to shoot the water heater, I told him to just sit down, it has an igniter thing on it, Heavan and I can figure that part out, but keep your hand off your gun, I don't want to have to call 911 on you now, when they see all those marks on you they will arrest me for beating your behind.
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