People, my ex-husband, Eric, is the proverbial bomb.
When I look back on my mostly ill-starred love-life, there are only a few situations in which I can remember exactly what in the hell I was thinking when I took up with that guy. Where Eric is concerned, however, I know I was thinking that he was (and is) a genuinely good, kind man. Thank god for that, because we actually went so far as to marry each other and two years later, brought forth the most sparklingly beautiful child in the entire world. Four years later, we were divorced, and ten years later, we're friends. In the past week, while I've been twisting over what I should do next, he was the person who listened most thoughtfully to me while I told him about all the crazy plans I'd been hatching, even though, with some of them, he has the most to lose. Like, if I move far, far, away or something.
Then, he fixed my broken toilet seat.
As you can see from the look on the monkey's face in the photo below, the toilet seat, which was coming all loose from it's moorings 'n' shit, was whack. There was rust, there was compromised integrity of the enamel casing... I shudder to describe it, actually. We had been afraid of it for months, and no amount of bleach could entirely remove the perceived danger. I had an exaggerated sense of the complicatedness of the replacement procedures, so I asked Mr. Handy to help us out...
NO PROBLEM, apparently.
You just have to get a replacement, like the one pictured below; which, Eric, in his unexampled kindness went out and got for me immediately, and then, like a true good sport, agreed to be actually PHOTOGRAPHED with. Yeah. That's what I'M talkin' about.
Then, he got all up on our commode, and actually replaced the damned thing. Like I said, it was a much less involved procedure than I had previously imagined, but remember before when I mentioned that it was whack? Well, I wasn't kidding. Eric suffered for this one.
Which just shows what you can do with some big giant muscles and a good heart.
This is a tribute to Eric, because even though our getting married might not have been the best idea ever, he's still one of the best and worthiest people I have ever met. Frankly, I'm lucky to know him, let alone share parentage of a completely brilliant little monkey with him. In fact, it gives me some hope to know that when I actually decided to get married, I chose someone this good.
Eric, this one's for you. I love you to pieces, and I couldn't be more grateful for the many episodes of your kindness towards me.