A couple of days into Greg's trip to Ukraine, there were guys all over the house. My own two boys, running around playing; a friend, mowing the lawn; and a friend of the boys, whom I found digging. His plan was to extend the nearby creek into our backyard. I stopped him.
Last night I saw that my left headlight was burnt out, yet another reminder of the need for my man in the house:
Shortly after this video was taken, I had the idea to open the instruction manual. It was determined that pliers are not actually needed for changing bulbs. I followed directions, and yet:
Got my hands into the greasiness again. Was getting late for work. Cursing Greg. But then this: