My job was pretty simple compared to his ...seeing as the space is not large enough for two bodies... except when I had to squeeze in to help hold up the piping every so often.
Mostly it was ... pass me the crimpers... pass the cutters... can you hold this piece? .. where's my snack? ..no, just kidding... but, while he was under the sink...I had a few little mice keeping me company. I got some heads glued into the shells.. ears on ... and gave them some heavy kitchen string for tails. These are sort of country type mice... versus the others that have shiny cord for tails and golden ribbons to hang by ... the city mice.
We both live in our 'jammies when at home... they are so much more comfy than tight jeans for scrooching and squatting when you are doing things.
woooohoooooo .... by 5:00 p.m. .... I was back in action. A sink is something you don't really even think about....til it's not working.
We toasted our success ...and then I scrounged around and found some leftovers in the 'fridge.... supper was simple and wonderful. My Sugar did indeed plumb .....