My father came to visit my apartment. Within the space of a day and a half he bought and banged together a cabinet, hung a full-length mirror on my bedroom door (how did he know exactly what I needed?), washed all the dinner dishes, and took out the garbage several times (my garbage can is, shall we say, well matched in size to my kitchen). He also made suggestions for improvements that he didn’t have time to implement before leaving.
“You’re pretty handy to have around,” I said, admiring my reflection in the mirror.
“This is why people have husbands,” he hinted.
“Oh! Really? Now I get it. So where can I get one?”
Anyone? Because I still need a few more things done before this place is completely homey.