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I married into this fine industry. As the wife of a plumber, I enjoy a certain lifestyle that women who didn't marry a plumber can't even imagine. Now, certainly there are husbands of plumbers who could relate to this list, and even add to it. But as a member of the Plumbers' Wives Club, I dedicate this one to the wives.
... you agree to wait in the truck at 7 p.m. while he stops in to quickly check on Mrs. Fernwickey's water heater.
