…when asked what your spouse does for a living, you automatically follow your response with, “And yes, it’s very handy to have him around.”
…nothing says “I love you, dear wife,” like a $6.37 merchandise return gift card to The Home Depot.
…you can back an E-250 cargo van into a tight space like a boss woman.
…you’ve given up trying to keep his one pair of “good jeans” separate from the 20+ pairs of work pants. Resistance is futile.
…a nice, romantic dinner isn’t complete without a candlelit critique of the restaurant’s trim job.
…the size and color of the baseball-cap-shaped dust ring on your countertop tells you all you need to know about what type of work he did that day (demolition, trim, drywall…).
…you’ve witnessed the miracle of Sharpies. Not only do they constantly hitch a ride through the wash in your spouse’s pockets WITHOUT running and staining your clothes, but they still write perfectly on the other end. How is this possible?
…you can no longer classify most DIY shows as “reality” television. C’mon, people. “If it seems too good/easy/cheap to be true….”
…you recognize inside-out socks for what they really are: sawdust bombs waiting for the opportunity to spew mini-shrapnel all over your clean floor.
…you can make a complicated model of a kids’ play fort out of popsicle sticks, and then relax in a lawn chair while your miracle man constructs an exact, life-size duplicate. (Didn’t I tell you? He is handy to have around.)