If my daughter ever came up to me and said, "Daddy, I'm going to marry a plumber," I would give her my blessing in a New York second.
We have been associated with a plumbing company for about 10 years and they've always been there for us when things backed up, broke, leaked, caught fire, bubbled, gurgled or just didn't work.
I love my plumber, although that admission might make him uneasy.
We concluded the Great Gas Project today and fixed a couple of other gas-related problems in one fell swoop. Now, the gas fireplaces are functioning and we have gas to the cooktop which we thought we were going to have to replace with electric.
Our plumber said, "We can do it," and he did, threading a coiled, stainless steel pipe through a narrow opening to bypass the leak and restore gas to our center island cooker. It was a difficult job and even I pitched in to help by holding cable, lights, tools and coffee.
Thanks to our plumber we have heat in the house, hot water and a cooking surface.
I heart my plumber.