I pride myself on being independent, if it wasn't obvious from other posts on my blog. I fix my own household problems.  I hold myself accountable for stocking the pantry.  I wax my own car(s).  I generally like practicing being a responsible adult. But having my husband fix things around the house -- actually, finding the broken things himself and fixing them promptly -- has made me feel unexpectedly well loved. I've been married three weeks now, and spent less than half that time with my husband actually in my house. Between honeymooning and sending him off to a work site a 5-hour drive away, I've not spent as much time at home with him as normal newlyweds, I imagine. He's an engineer-type who gets a kick out of fixing stuff -- or at least feels more relaxed when things aren't broken. In the 9.5 days he's been at my house, he's already found and fixed several issues: The dryer that wouldn't heat The too-long dryer vent hose The screen door

This happened. 😁

The blog hasn't had a facelift in ... a long while. And I've slid out of the blogging habit. Maybe if I change the one, I'll change the other too? My blog, if it were a town.