Sometimes the only thing I can do is stand back and laugh when my husband attempts to do something; I know he isn’t capable of doing. Last week, he told my brother he could repair an air conditioning unit quicker than my brother could. My brother was an HVAC technician and he can repair nearly anything. He has had some air conditioning units or furnaces that were irreparable, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. My husband took a portable air conditioning unit apart to clean it and had several parts leftover. He then wondered why the portable air conditioner wouldn’t work. When offered to go up against my brother in a dueling air conditioning contest, I said nothing. I would not try to stop him. I knew better than that. He would get angry with me and we would argue for the next three days. It was easier to let him try to do things his way and console him when he failed. My brother asked me if Harry was serious and I laughed. I told him he knew Harry before I did and wanted to know if he knew him to be anything but serious. Harry thought of himself as the best handyperson ever. Unless he proved to himself he couldn’t fix everything, he would continue to try. It took my brother half an hour to find the problem with the air conditioning unit and have it repaired. Harry swore they fixed his air conditioning unit so he would fail. When my brother had it repaired in fifteen minutes, Harry walked away. I was going to need to console for a while, or he would never get over the loss.