Half my weekends disappear into the garage. Pretty accurate.
Pretty much fits his Saturday routine.
Measure twice, complain once, fix it anyway.
Dad has been the unofficial repair department for years.
Ask Dad first. Google second.
Good one for the guy who's always out in the workshop.
There's never a shortage of things for Dad to repair.
Saturday morning usually means coffee and fixing something around the house.
Instructions are apparently optional in our house.
He's impossible to shop for, but anything about tools usually works.
He really does know an annoying amount about everything.
He actually wears it, which says a lot.
He's got a tool for everything. Seriously, everything.
Every job starts with somebody saying, 'Dad, can you look at this?'
Give him ten minutes and a wrench.
He opened it and immediately pointed at his toolbox.
Dad put it on right after breakfast. Easy win.
Everybody calls him when something stops working.
By project manager I mean the guy doing all the work.
Tools, dad jokes, and fixing stuff. Checks every box.
Simple joke and way too accurate for my father.
That's what the family calls him now.
Older knees, same toolbox.
This got a laugh from everyone in the garage.
Kids grew up. Dad still gets the repair calls.
Apparently retirement just means more time for home projects.
Not fancy. Just funny and accurate.
Why replace it when Dad can spend three hours fixing it?
Got this for Dad and he laughed before I finished explaining it.
One-man crew, apparently.
Coffee first, repairs second.
If something breaks, everybody somehow ends up calling Dad.
Broken hinge? Loose shelf? Dad's already looking for a screwdriver.
