Noodles And Woods And Caulk, Oh My
(My husband is a contractor for a rental company. He usually gets called to do repairs and repaint and whatnot between tenants. When he needs an extra set of hands, I usually offer to tag along and help out. This particular day, I’ve been watching him cut and replace the wooden trim on a door frame, and now he’s filling in the cracks with caulk, using his fingers and hands to get into the creases.)
Me: “Man, you are always playing with your caulk, aren’t you?!”
Husband: *smirking at me* “Got to make sure it’s smooth. Only way to do that is by rubbing my caulk with my hand.”
Me: “Looks messy. You’re going to get your caulk all over everything!”
Husband: “Good point. Maybe I should go back to playing with my wood.”
(We both start laughing. Then, the rental agent, whom my husband has been working with for nearly 15 years, calls.)
Agent: “[Husband]! That job done yet? I’m not paying you to stand around, yankin’ your noodle!”