So, a husband would be nice...

So, I feel at this point in my life that I’ve waited a VERY LONG time for a husband--most days are better than some and lately I have found myself thanking the Lord a lot that overall I really do love my life. I am so blessed to be where I am in life--figuring out my journey of faith alongside amazing people.But that’s not the purpose of this blog--the purpose of this blog is to declare to all that I am tired of doing it all myself--TIRED! So, here’s the story--I learned this past Christmas that pasta can NOT go down the garbage disposal--one would naturally think it could but I learned that what one thinks rationally is not always correct. I ended up having to call the maintenance guy and pay $40 for him to unclog the drain. So this week, my roommate put spinach down the disposal--again, a totally rational thought in my mind that spinach would have no problem going down. WRONG! SO SO WRONG!!! We ended up with clogged kitchen sink 2 in a matter of months and this time I refused to pay another $40 for 10 minutes of the maintenance guy’s time-REFUSED!!! So, I decided to venture into the great unknown and take apart the pipes under the sink--had no idea which ones to take apart and had no idea whether I was going to get them back together but, by golly, I was willing to try. Pipe 1, nothing! Pipe 2, lots of water and then success! Spinach!!! I had a bit of trouble, no rather, quite a bit of trouble, getting the pipes put back together tightly enough, thus the great desire for a husband! I would have much rather been patting him on the back for a job well done than doing it myself but high-five me I suppose. Please, Lord, soon?!?