Bragging on my Husband

I grew up with a daddy that can do anything. I am serious. That is what this little girl thought and still tends to think. So when something needs done I tend to want to leave it for when my dad is coming.

The sliding glass door on the back of our house had only one pane of glass and the door didn't open very well at all. It took two hands and a lot of maneuvering. Steve with some help from me took the old one out and installed the new one.

This weekend he installed a new bathroom fan. Let me just say he doesn't know a whole lot about electrical wiring. My dad wasn't home to answer his questions and even a local person we thought might know about wiring never returned his call either. We went from a one switch that turned the light and the fan on at the same time to three switches. One for the light, one for the fan, and one for the nightlight. Steve had to add wiring to make that work. When we were done for the night only the fan worked, but by the morning he had figured out his mistake and fixed it. I had to help on this one too. The wires kept getting hung up in the wall. There is insulation on our inside walls. According to my dad it was because of the kind of heat that was installed in this house. We did finally manage to get the wires where we wanted them to go. It only took about two hours and lots of patience. My dad says that was a record. If you ever meet my dad or see him, just ask him how much time he has spent on one electrical outlet.

These pictures are backwards. First the new and then the old. Can you tell it has been a while since I have posted pictures. Maybe I will remember for last time.

The bathroom fan was installed in hopes that in three months I won't have to attack the ceiling and walls around the shower with bleach water again. In the last picture you can see the box fan that we keep turned on and facing the shower most all of the time.