My husband asked me to go up in the attic today. I thought he had some “spice up the marriage” ideas. Doesn’t the phrase, “and then he had his way with me amongst the rafters” sound awesome to you?
Turns out I wasn’t going up there with him, but rather, instead of him. Apparently he had some sort of traumatic attic childhood experience at church. No, not that kind of traumatic experience. This was a Baptist church, not a Catholic one.
Anyway, something about water coming out of the secondary line from our air conditioner, which meant the primary condensation drip line could be clogged, blah blah blah, bad thing, blah blah, water pan overflowing, blah, blah, water coming through the ceiling onto his computer desk, blah blah, thousands of dollars in damage, blah, blah, blah. Before I climbed up, however, he showed me a training video, so that I knew what to look for.
I poked my head up into the attic to scope for spiders and other scary monsters (cue Psycho music):
Eek! That was kinda scary, so I took a second look but this time using the flash:
Ahhhh, that’s better. I called for my tennis shoes, gloves and a flashlight and went in to investigate. If the tray under the A/C unit has water in it, that’s an indication that the primary line is clogged and you need to clean it out.
Something about water coming out of the secondary line from our air conditioner.
I see it, no clue what it is. But I am very impressed that you fixed the problem. Go girl!
I think you’re my new hero too. I don’t do scary or gross, so my hubby would have been advised to grab a bowl outta the kitchen to catch the drips.
What kind of wife are you? I’m so impressed. And, yes, that gooey thing is quite nasty. I threw up all over my keyboard and had to go get a new one. The gooey thing’s probably dangerous, too. A hunk of Legionnaire’s Disease or something.
P.S. — Thanks for the really cool NGIP pens. They arrived in the mail Friday, making my entire weekend. Also, I don’t know if you noticed, but NGIP is an anagram of PING, which sort of is like PIN with a G on the end, which is sort of like PEN (plus a G, of course). So I thought that was cool.
I can’t believe you did that! I call people to do everything! You are my hero!
Okay, yeah, this is my traumatic experience to forever and always get me out of anything air conditioner. I already have children, I’m not taking care of any more snot-filled things.
Good job! This is why there are ‘handypeople’ for hire. : )
I’m so impressed that you not only understand the difference between primary and secondary condensation lines but that you actually went up and did something about it. Snot loogie thing is just all sorts of extra points.
You are a true die hard blogger. Anyone who can climb into an attic that looks as if there is little room to even crawl in let alone stand erect in and then takes pictures of problem purely for the sake of her blog is a master in my book.
Totally gross!!
I have to ‘unplug’ our bathroom sink at the moment, and it makes me gag. Hence we are cleaning our teeth in the kitchen.
You are a brave and talented woman. Now, enough about you…I got my pens today!!! Thanks so much.
Attic??? What’s an attic???
You are #1 Wife of the Year!!!
You go girl… I do not do bugs, snot volcanos, pipes, drip trays, or anything that sounds like house maintenance. That’s what is called, in our home: a BOY job. 🙂
Wow! I’m impressed!
My god, woman. You have missed your calling. And so did the hubs. What an opportunity for ravishing he missed up in the attic. But seriously, you are an A/C professional. How’s your butt crack when you bend over?
Your air conditioner hawked a loogie!
Thanks for this post, it reminded me that my eavestrough is plugged and I need to climb up on the roof to clean it 🙂
Snot volcano! Love it! I’m pretty sure my hubster has no clue that that kind of maintenance needs to even happen in a house. This is a good or bad thing. A) I can ignore it and don’t have to do it for him. Or B) the whole house falls down around our ears and I get to blame it on him for not maintaining it!
is that thing a partially digested gummy bear? or a gummy goat?
You are indeed a good wife. We sometimes have cable problems and they are under my double wide. I will not go there unless it is absolutely imperative. My hubby once had to clean a clogged pipe. You do NOT have to guess what sprayed all over him when one of the little ones flushed the toilet.By the by, I received TWO of the coolest pens ever and the whole family is on alert that if I catch them TOUCHING them, they will lose some appendages. Thank you so much.
EWWWWWWWWWWW! Why did you enlargen it? I was perfectly happy not really being able to see it.
I must say, you are braver than I am, going up into that scary attic, which did NOT look that much less scary with the lights on.
Good for you! What would our hubbies do without us?
Also, I am ecstatic to announce that I received my NGIP pens today! And to be totally fair to each pen, I have decided to become ambidextrous so I may use each at the same time!
That’s impressive on all counts. A woman that will clean out a primary drain with a chemical concoction then assess the ensuing biological nightmare. Wow.
Yikes! You make the rest of us wives look like wimps 🙂
Did your husband at least take you out to dinner, buy you diamonds, or give you a backrub after that?
Have a great weekend.
xo
Note to self:
Do not read NGIP while eating lunch….
On another note:
Guess what was in my mailbox today?
The most awesome thing ever…
TWO, count them, TWO NannyGoatsInPanties pens. I don’t know which one to use first. I can keep one on my desk at work and one on my desk at home, or in my purse and have Nanny Goats with me wherever I go.
Thank you!!!
Bex
Wow. You should hire yourself out to people in need of an attic/secondary line fixer upper. The only sort of home improvement my husband and I can do is lightbulb changing.
Girl, you are fearless. I would have been more wigged out by the loogie than the dark and scary attic.
Are you kidding me?
If I have to drop Ed off someplace, he’s lucky if I slow the car down!
😉
You are truly a good wife.
Peace, love and happiness,
~Jo
“Diary OF A Sad Housewife”
There would have been divorce proceedings if Beloved had insisted I climb up there instead of him. I believe we have a premarital contract that specifically states he climb among the rafters while I stand outside and wait for the piles of snot to come out of the pipes.
Yup – it’s legal and all.
What tray? There’s a tray up there? You mean I’m SUPPOSED to go up there and check trays?? And that hose fixture looking thingy? I have one of those somewhere on my house? Oh dear… I don’t even know if I can still fit thought that tiny hole since food blogging. This just might put me over the edge. Attics creep me out too.
Hey at least you have wood to walk on. In OUR attic it’s all about balancing on the rafters! Not such an easy task when one is a klutz like me.
Oh, Gross.
But in other news, I am now the proud owner of two NGIP pens! Yay!!!
Erm, the only thing the publicist hates more than bugs is boogers.
So YUCK!
She told the sisters in law she would do poop, she would do vomit. She didn’t care. She WOULD NOT do boogers. She doesn’t like slime.
She is not good during goat kidding either….
Back in our newlywed-ish days (married a little over a year), Hubby and I moved into half of a two-family house (not nearly grand enough to actually call a “duplex”) in the Middle of Nowhere, NH. This was an ooooold house, with ooooooold hot water radiators heated by oil, as well as an old fashioned fuse box with the little, glass fuse thingiemabobbers.
Now, the basement of this oooooold house might well have been the inspiration for the movie Arachnophobia because it was wall to wall, ceiling to floor COBWEBS. Ooooold, dusty, sticky, full of spiders cobwebs.
The radiator required human assistance every so often, in the form of walking to the far side of the basement where the water tank/heating unit lurked and turning a little valve to let the backed up water drain out. Also? Things as mightily powerful as running my hairdryer while a light – any light – was turned on in the house or, say, opening the refrigerator door while operating the microwave was enough to blow a fuse, which required walking allllll the way across the basement to the fuse box and changing the fuse.
I should mention that the only lighting in the basement, besides three tiny, so-horrendously-dirty-they’re-totally-opaque windows, came from a single lightbulb on a pull-chain that was in the dead center of the basement. Oh, and I also should mention the basement had an uneven, dirt floor, too. A floor upon which the other tenants’ cats and possibly some neighborhood raccoons would do their business – something that never got cleaned up.
Now’s the time in my oh-so-brief comment to tell you that my beloved husband has an extreme phobia about spiders. Hates them with a panic-attack level passion.
So, guess who got to brave the basement for all maintenance related issues like the more-than-weekly fuse changing and radiator draining and fuel tank gauge checking?
Yep, me. Armed with a flashlight and a broom to try and cut a path through the cobwebs from the corner where the stairs were to the corner where all the stuff requiring human interaction was. Holding my breath the whole time and more often than not wearing a hat and scarf to keep the freaking Spiders From Hell away from me.
So, my dear, I feel your pain and I salute you for your Attic Enterprise and your kickass home maintenance success!
Just make sure your hubby shows proper levels of gratitude, if you know what I mean.
Wow. I sure do appreciate that last mental image.
You ARE a hero. I don’t think I would have done it.
man i don’t know what that looks like, don’t cook it though, unless you use lottsa bbq sauce. just kiddin
I think it’s a loogie monster.
LMAO – Margaret you are truely great!!!
Wow… is there nothing you won’t do for that guy of yours? What a woman!