Husband: Um, the CD appears to be stuck. It's not even recognizing that there is actually a CD in the drive and refuses to open. Any ideas?
Me: Hmmm? What? Oh, um good luck with that, honey. (Gets back to important business of eating frosting by the spoonful while watching Royal Pains.
Five minutes later...
Husband: No, seriously. It's not working.
Me: ...
Husband: Nevermind, I'll figure it out.
Five minutes later...
Husband: (with screwdrivers [PLURAL] in hand) I'm about to open up the tower to see if I can fix the problem. Want to come watch?
A flurry of activity ensues as I race up the stairs in a blur of terror. Moments later, the drive is open after a quick flick of the screwdriver and NO exposing of the hard drive.
Husband: Isn't it funny that I have to threaten to fix things to get you to help.
Me: Funny, yes. Also? Sad.
We have a "No setting fires unless you come ask me first rule." It seems similar to your "Get involved before expensive electronics get taken apart" system.
ReplyDelete(And, yes, that rule is for my husband, NOT my kids.)
LOL! We don't even pretend any more that my husband will be the one to fix or build things in our house. I guess that's just a part of being married after so many years. On the other hand, I don't pretend that I can cook either ; )
ReplyDelete~Kristin