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Morning Kids. Scrubbie here again.

This morning, let me start this post by quoting some Jerry Seinfeld.

Most men like working on things, tools, objects, fixing things. This is what men enjoy doing. Have you ever noticed a guy's out in his driveway working on something with tools, how all the other men in the neighborhood are magnetically drawn to this activity. They just come wandering out of the house like zombies.
Men, it's true, men hear a drill, it's like a dog whistle. Just.. you know, they go running up to that living room curtain, "Honey, I think Jim's working on something over there." So they run over to the guy. Now they don't actually help the guy. No, they just want to hang around the area where work is being done. That's what men want to do. We want to watch the guy, we want to talk to him, we want to ask him dumb questions. You know, "What are you using, the Philips head?" You know, we feel involved. That's why when they have construction sites, they have to have those wood panel fences around it, that's just to keep the men out. They cut those little holes for us so we can see what the hell is going on. But if they don't cut those holes - we are climbing those fences. Right over there. "What are you using the steel girders down there? Yeah, that'll hold."

Ok - ya'll have the giggles now. Me too.

Well - Scrubbie is all a titter here. Why? Glad you asked...

Ya see, the igloo here was experiencing some water issues. Scrub - while incredible at many many things - ain't so incredible when it comes to water issues in an igloo. (Although he did replace a kitchen faucet last year. The celebrations for that lasted a week and involved his best friend - Crown Royal)

So - Scrub called in the plumber. ("and visions of plumber crack danced in his head" Eeeewww) Luckily - no plumber crack here. Matt turned up and got to work. Fixed the igloo up in no time flat. Had to cut a wee hole in the wall. But - overall - the young feller did a great job.

I mentioned about bein' all a titter. Well, ya see, 'cause the job was in the igloo - there were no "keep out the men" fences! Woooooooooooo Hooooooooooo! And, I, of course, was in there like a dirty shirt. Even got to help out! Holding this, glueing that. Ohhhhh yaaaaa baby. Do it to me one more time.