We are re-decorating our Kitchen with the works: New paint, new borders, new fixtures, and a new ceiling fan/light combo. I have absolutely no skill (that I am aware of, anywho) in these areas. I contemplated trying to put the faucet in by myself, but when I opened the package and read the directions I just got even more confused. Obviously, not even being able to handle a water faucet, I needed someone else to install the ceiling fan for me.
My handy man started on Sunday and made a great attempt to get it up in one day. But some unforeseen issue with patching plaster and the size of the new hole in my ceiling made that impossible. So Sunday night I cooked dinner and washed dishes by candle light.
Last night my handy man was back at the job, sanding and trying to re-plaster the hole.
I walked in the kitchen and he looked at me and I just froze. He was sooooo sexy. I mean, seriously, if he had his tool belt on..I would have been a goner. I would have had to replace the kitchen table ;-) I snuck away and managed to get one picture that caught him unaware. I'm sorry that the pic quality isn't that great, as you can't see how blue his eyes are. But, I thought I'd share with you:
After the flash went off, I was busted so he decided to put on a little show for me:
I did warn him that any pics I took were fully (and most likely) going to be put on my blog. I even asked for a quick shot with the tool belt, but I think he sensed that in doing so he may be endangering completion of his job (okay..the mountains of plaster dust on the table may have been a factor also)(Okay, Okay, yes it was probably more to my drooling and the look of total mischief on my face).
The boy is just sexy as all get out, and I swear he finds projects to do around my house just to drive me crazy.
Thank goodness I married him.