So Sunday morning I woke up (thank goodness!) and my wife and I began comparing "honey-do" lists. She had to go to the market, do our daughter's hair, cook lunch for the week as well as meals for the day. My list consisted of ironing school clothes, cutting my son's hair and working on the 'Burb. I'm sure she felt that she got the short end of the deal, but if she would have gone to trade school like I did, or if one of her many uncles would have possibly asked her to tag along on a repair of one of their vehicles, then I'm sure it would have been a coin flip. I pressed up all of the clean laundry for the week faster than the local dry cleaners would have ever done, whipped through my son's buzz cut (don't worry, I've been doing it for so long, 20 minutes in the chair and he's ready for the red carpet), but when it came time to tackle the tasks on the truck, my pace slowed. I gathered my tools and my drop light as I tackled the task at hand, which was the headlight dimmer switch (located on the lower part of the column). As I was contorted under the dash, I noticed that I was performing for an audience of one; my wife. She just sat there and watched me as I finally freed the old switch (which was burnt), and installed the new one. Afterwards, she (as I) was happy that the lights were working as designed. She said that it amazed her at how I could perform some of the repairs that I set out to tackle on any of our vehicles. I tell her that its simply the sensation of accomplishment that I receive when I'm able to do the things that I can. I'm sure that I'm not the only one that feels that way. Nor is this sensation exclusive to repairing vehicles. But for me, getting elbows deep in the car or truck with some music playing is like a happy place for me. Don't get me wrong, there is a lot of cussing going on too, but when your baby is sick and you are able to make it right, thats something special. Doesn't matter if its pouring rain outside, 20 degrees or damn near 100...it feels good under the hood!