by Susan McBride
I have to say that we have very nice plumbers, electricians, AC/furnace guys, and so on. I've known most since 1996 when I bought my condo, and I've depended on them in this house that we purchased five years ago. In fact, when they show up at the door, I'm tempted to hug them. I feel like they're old pals as well as heroes who can rescue us from dripping pipes, electrical boxes that are fire hazards, and so much more.
Granted, I have a line I wouldn't cross. There are portions of my life that aren't for public consumption. But I figure that if I'm comfortable enough to talk about certain aspects of my health, for example, in a presentation to 800 women at the Susan G. Komen Survivors' Luncheon, I'd better not be shy when I get questions like, "How's the boob?" Or, "How did that Moh's surgery go?"
That's what this morning's visit with our lovely AC/Furnance Dude made me think about. Well, that and the fact that I hate waiting on anyone (especially when I'm given a four-hour window). But then I'm not sure anybody likes that. ;-)