Once upon a time…

there was a faucet in a sink in the kitchen in the home of a blogger.  It was used constantly by all in the home, and as it was used, it began to break. It wibbled and wobbled and leaked and squeaked, and one day the blogger declared it was time to replace it.

(The water squelching out from in between the linolium tiles in their kitchen may have had something to do with it.  Who would have thought that a leaky faucet could do something like that?!)

RESOLVED

Whereas she spends a large portion of every day in the same room as said faucet,
 and whereas she uses it constantly,
 and whereas the whole kitchen is getting totally made over
  when the house gets paid off,

Therefore she is justified in purchasing something she finds
a) asthetically pleasing,
b) functional,
c) of sufficient quality & style to last until and beyond the kitchen remodel.

Thus let it be written, thus let it be done.

So the entire family made a pilgrimage to Lowe’s where a new faucet was purchased.  And then the blogger, upon taking it home, decided it was not the right faucet after all.

The next Saturday Mr. Incredible took it back, in pursuit of the “right faucet,” while the blogger took the kids elsewhere (to give him time to install it, of course.)

Surprise!

She came home to find not one, not two, but seven faucets waiting for her on the kitchen table.  Mr. Incredible didn’t want to pick the wrong one.  Isn’t he sweet?

It took the blogger a long, long time to pick which one she wanted.  In fact, the decision still hasn’t been made.  But this morning she had an interesting thought.

“It’s Sunday,” thought she, “and John probably shouldn’t install this faucet on the Sabbath.  (We try not to work on Sunday, you know.) 
“If I put it in myself,” the blogger reasoned, “It would be service, since I know he’s planning on doing it as soon as he can.  Service is okay for Sunday. :) I can’t wait to see the surprise on his face when he sees what I did for him!”

Then when Mr. Incredible was home with the blogger later that day, he said, “If you let me know which one of these faucets you want, I can put it in for you.”

The blogger’s eyebrows raised inquisitively.

“It would be work if you did it,” he continued, “but if I do it, it’d be service since I’m doing it for you.”

“Talk about funny!” thought the blogger, “This will make a great post!”

And they all lived happily ever after.  The end.