Okay, I've got some good news and some bad news...

My friend Beth lent me her husband yesterday. Bet you’re thinking, Where can I get a friend like that? Mike came over to fix my closet door. Figured it would take a good hour to complete the job, but he was done in less than ten minutes.

“What else ya got?” he asked.

I led him to a toilet that wouldn’t stop running. Five minutes later, he walked into the living room and said,

“Fixed. What else ya got?”

Beth beamed, I smiled. Quite a man.

“That’s it. Wanna peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” I asked.

“That’s it?” he repeated.

Beth and I shrugged our shoulders. That’s it.

“What are you going to have the naked handyman do?”

Oh, that… I pointed Mike in the direction of the last remaining ‘job’. A tough one. Back when my kids were toddlers, I used a little gate to keep them in their bedroom during nap time. One afternoon, they destroyed their gate and my door frame in a quest for freedom. Door frame is still a mess.

“I think this calls for a professional,” I said.

“Nonsense.”

Mike fixed the frame in less than an hour. Upside: saved me $130.00. Downside: naked handyman is no longer needed. I really wanted a naked handyman in my house so I could…write about it. Beth and I tried to convince Mike to at least take off his shirt.

No such luck.

It was a Boston Red Sox shirt, so that’s almost as good as being naked. Almost.