The Sweet Husband

The SH and the Ceilling Fan

several years ago, when the granddaughter was younger and even more vertically challenged than she is now, the sweet husband installed longer chains on the ceiling fans so that his lazy behind didn't have to get up to change the speed, she could do it for him.

Then when she wasn't here quite so often, the old saying, when the going gets tough, the tough get going kicked in. Enter my swiffer handle. He figured out that he can sit in his recliner, extend the swiffer handle, catch the pull handle on the chain and adjust the fan speed without ever leaving his chair. One happy camper.

Unfortunately, lazy ALWAyS comes with a price. Occasionally when he gets out of the chair to go to the bathroom, he beans himself on the forehead. I have had several good laughs when he hangs it just right and it hits with a thumping sound.

This morning, he decided to get insulted, I am assuming this was caused by it being a rather loud thump, since it hit the side of his glasses and the look on his face was so funny I had to lean back on the couch to catch my breath. He turned around to fuss at me for laughing at him and it swung again and hit him on the back of the head. I was nearly unconscious myself by then, but then he walked back into the room with some wire cutter things, and angrily reached up and snipped the chain right above that pull handle and it flew off and hit him on the foot.

I really need to see if I need oxygen therapy. I literally cannot breathe at times like this.

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