I may be a knucklehead but I'm not insane (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 16 2021	Views/Reads: 1132/778	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
To “walk together in agreement” is probably the most wonderful thing about a marriage.

Nobody is perfect except maybe the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
comes close. 

I've never caught her in some imperfection, or if I had, nobody would
know it from me. 

There is such an obsession today for people to be perfect. And, of
course, their definition of perfect is what they are. They judge 
everybody by themselves, which is insane in itself. 

Often my wife will catch me in something and say, "Are you acting like a
knucklehead?" 

If only she knew I wasn't acting. The simple fact is, I don't know
everything I'm supposed to know. I don't know what I'm not supposed to 
know. It gets rather confusing after a while, and it slips over into 
the area of knuckleheadhood. 

When it comes to fixing things, I am the classic knucklehead. If
something is broken, I can make it more broken in just a few minutes. 

If the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage sees something broken, she can
fix it in the twinkling of an eye. I married her because of that 
twinkle in her eye. At the time I didn't know what it really meant. 

On occasion, I've been with her when she took her van to the repair
shop. It is the most delightful experience I could ever have. 

When the repair person sees my wife coming in, he thinks she is just a
woman. Boy, is he in for a surprise. 

She takes the repair person to her vehicle and explains, in detail, what
is wrong with the vehicle and how to fix it. 

She will say to him, "I can fix it; I just don't have the time today." 

He will look at her; rubbing his chin as he looks at me. Then he will
explain to my wife what needs to be done and how he's going to do it. 

Wrong step. 

Again, she will tell him exactly what's wrong and exactly what he needs
to do to fix it. Then she will say, "If it's not fixed the way I tell 
you, I am not going to pay for it." 

Fortunately, for him, he fixes it precisely the way she wants it.
Another life saved. 

Where she got all that knowledge about a vehicle, I do not know. I never
question; I always go along. After all, she has saved me a lot of money 
by fixing things herself. 

One time there was something wrong with our air conditioning, and the
repairman came to fix it. Again, she told him exactly what was wrong 
with it. 

Then she walked away. In a few moments, he came back and said, "I'm
going to have to go to my garage and get a tool I need to fix this." 

She looked at him and said, “What tool do you need?” 

"Oh, you would not know what it is. It's something special for my work."


"Tell me what it is; maybe I have it." 

He laughed a hearty chuckle and then told her the tool he needs. 

"I have that tool. Let me go to my garage and get it and bring it to
you, and you won't have to leave; you can fix it right away." 

He looked at her, rubbed his chin, looked at me, and then took the tool
she brought to him. He walked to where he was doing his repair work, 
shaking his head every step of the way. 



Click here to read the rest of this story (42 more lines)