Yes, I have vanquished my foe, the kitchen faucet. Through hard work, planning, and judicious application of plumber’s putty, I have replaced the old faucet with a newer model. It doesn’t make my coffee for me yet, but we’re working on it.
Sure, it may not seem like a big deal to you. You see, my brother is the handy one–extremely handy. As in “built the house I grew up in” handy. Not me. I learned long ago that anything with a handle means work.
But unfortunately, new faucets either mean do-it-yourself or pay-through-the-nose. This time, my cheapness (and that of my wife) won out…at least for now. I suspect the faucet and its allies, the water supplies, are plotting my downfall as I type.