24 hours ago, I was totally undone. It was Monday night. I'd been fighting my drippy sink off and on for about 30 hours, with the help of my good friend William. Three trips to the hardware store, who knows how many little O-rings later, and I was no further than when I started. Now, you have to understand, I've become sort of medium-handy around the house. I'm well acquainted with minor plumbing repair. I can do basic electrical if I have to. I can deal with washer, dryer and dishwasher issues without help. I repair kids bikes. ( adult bikes are not in my repertoire, just ask Jenn... ) When I looked up faucet repair, all the trustworthy sources and tutorials said this was the easiest of home repair tasks. Confident in my growing home improvement-fu, I decided to knock it out on Sunday afternoon. 30 hours later, I was reduced to a shell of a man. My frustration wasn't all about home repair. Really, it was...