As some of you on Twitter already know, since he quit his job back in December, Dave has had a new alter ego: HH, short for “House Husband.” (Accordingly, my daytime identity is “BW,” or “Bread Winner.”) And I have to say, HH is the best thing that’s ever happened to our household. Having HH in my life is probably as close as I will ever come to having a personal assistant. I give HH a grocery list, and I come back from work, he’s done the shopping. He drops off the laundry, gets it delivered, and puts it away. If you need things photocopied or couriered or repaired, he’s all over it. He does all the cooking. He does all the cleaning up. He makes it possible for me to make Couch Saturday happen every Saturday. But nothing could have prepared me for HH’s greatest triumph.
One day when I was lamenting how quickly HD shows fill up our DVR, Dave mused that Time Warner might actually have an HD DVR by now with a greater memory capacity than the ones we have now. “You should find out,” he added, to which I replied, “That sounds like a job for HH.”
Well, HH took that notion and ran with it even further than I could have imagined. He did the research, found the combination of cable company-provided DVR and external hardware, and ordered up a DVR expander that increased our recording capacity by 800%. That is not a typo: eight hundred percent. I could record every depressing documentary, embarrassing reality show, and idiotic comedy that strikes my fancy and not remotely fill it. Frontline every week? Yes. The Death Of Mr. Lazarescu? Yeah, I think that was on my Netflix queue (before Dave made us cancel it). Hot Rod? You better goddamn believe it.
HH is the greatest, you guys. I don’t remember life before HH, and I don’t mind saying I hope we never have to live without him.
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Can we figure out a way to clone him? I need a HH. I don’t get to spend any Saturdays on the couch ever. And my DVR’s at 88%.
The real question is, what is the magic dvr expander of which you speak. i totally want one now.
I have an HH, too. Trust me when I say this: you will never allow him to get a job outside the home again. Ever.
HH sounds like a keeper. Of course, in my world, HH is short for His Highness. Dave … House Husband or His Highness?
I have an HH as well and oh yes… he can never return to work.
Now I’m picturing Glark playing checkers with House Hippo (a.k.a. l’il HH, a.k.a. Shorty, a.k.a. Mistah Smalls) while they wait for the roast they’re cooking for you to finish baking.