Let's be different

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Husband was a diesel truck mechanic for years.  He had to take pictures of his tools for insurance purposes.  Between tools and toolboxes the MATCO driver was like husband's pusher.

He still has tools that are too big for him to ever need again.  At one time his toolbox should have come with a seat and a motor.  It was nearly as long as my car.

Even if I need a screwdriver I wait for him to come home and ask him for what I need.  Heaven forbid I mess up his system of tool storage.

I get it. Most of my tools, the wife has no interest in. She has never been required to use a screwdriver, while we have been married (42 years and counting). I have multiple tool boxes in my garage. One, rollaway, mid box and top box, just for my mechanic tools. There are other tool boxes with the masonry and metalworking tools, and more for my wood carving tools. I can't even swing a cat for all the room I don't have for my alleged working space.

Dad taught me how to do a lot of mechanical things and that came in handy since I spent some time as a single mother.  I had to learn how to fix, assemble, do things.  I put together a toy grocery cart for Christmas one year with a butter knife and clunky heeled shoe.  Ya do what ya gotta do.

Years ago husband worked nights and I called him and asked him to ck a rear light on my car when he got home.  I got thinking about it and figured it may be a bad fuse.  I got out the manual...looked at the diagram.  Found a pack of fuses in my glove compartment and fixed the issue.  I left him a note since I would be in bed when he got home.  Next morning I had a note in great big letters that started with - DEAR MISS FIXIT...

I still do what I can and only ask for help if it's an assembly that takes more than two hands.  My best friend has been married over 40 years and has never put gas in their car...I would be a walking bitch if I waited for husband to gas up my car.