I am sitting here being lazy, and reading blogs, and giving DH advice about hooking up the dishwasher...
He just went into the garage and I heard, clatter, crash, clatter, jumble, boom, clatter.
He re-entered kitchen
"look who has electrical connectors, and antioxidant compound?"
"I guess I am middle aged."
Crap, I guess that means I am married to a middle aged guy, who knew?