So my husband……

He’s had a real ‘beaut’ couple of days. Yesterday he was cutting some hose, was using a new blade and sliced his thumb open. It looked like he had gutted a really small fish. So he spent the afternoon at the ER and went back to finish the job today. Things were going well, he was putting back the hatch on the thing he was fixing (some anti syphon exhaust thing) when the hatch blew shut and locked Dave the Engineer in a space the size of the cupboard under a sink. Are you picturing this? So he pulled off an air vent and proceeded to call for help. I’m crying just writing this I swear. He had no cell phone and was working by himself. Luckily there were some guys working all the way across the marina who heard his scared little cries. And he was rescued. Get better work stories? I don’t think so.



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I live in rural Auckland, New Zealand. Two boys, one big, one not so big and 2 boy dogs belong to me and I them. I love Coca Cola in all of its sugar-less forms and I love you internet. I take way too many pictures of my kids and collect them all here. This is what I am doing when I should be cleaning or cooking or doing other 'useful' things.

6 thoughts on “So my husband……”

  1. He did not have a PBR but an antipodean equivalent of sorts – a VB. Nasty and cheap, just how he likes it. Are people not seeing the humour of this post!

  2. POOR DAVE JACK!!! (fyi, Nigs, I am laughing my arse off at this story….even more funny when I imagine your facial expression as you attempt to piece together all the details of the DJ Experience)

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