You know that old joke about how many men does it take to change a lightbulb?

And the answer is three?

I know them!

I’m related to them…..all three!

We were invited to a daughter’s for salad, pizza and drinks last night.

There WAS an ulterior motive….she’d just moved and needed help with three TV’s. One was easy, it was gonna sit on top the dresser but the other two were going on the wall and that’s where the three men came in to play…..my husband and two son-in-laws (all three will remain un-named)

They weren’t changing a lightbulb but, they needed to find a stud on the living room wall.

My two daughters and myself were busy with the pizzas, salad and gabbing, not really paying too much attention to what was going on with the guys.

But after about half an hour when we figured the living room TV would be up and running, we went to see.

What we found was the three men standing in front of the wall kinda staring at it and the TV still in the box.

They couldn’t find a stud in the wall.

There was a series of at least 20 holes in a row on the wall where they’d pounded in a nail, looking for a stud…..no luck.

So, these three-wise-men were standing back just kinda staring at the wall, puzzled.

How could they not find a stud?

Josephine-The-Plumber, was a household name in the 60‘s.  

She claimed on TV commercials that Comet Cleanser was the answer to our dirty, stained sinks and tubs.

My mom was a do-it-herselfer.  

She could fix ANYTHING.  

Probably not the recommended way but nevertheless, she could fix it. 

An example was a passenger door that wouldn’t stay shut on a piece-of-crap that she called a car.

She silver duct-taped all around the door, then spray painted it black.  

We then had to crawl in and out from the drivers side but…..the passenger door stayed shut.

I called my mom Josephine for obvious reasons.

Down the road, I found that I’d inherited her repair talents and dubbed myself Josephine also.  

Fast forward many years and this Josephine has two daughters that she refers to as Josephine’s daughters and the reason being…..like their mom and grandmother before them…..they can fix anything!!

So, we looked at the puzzled three…..”you can’t find a stud?”

Step aside fellas, let Josephine and her daughters show you how.

Julie went out to the garage to find her little stud-finder tool, Melissa grabbed her cell phone and began looking up stud-finding and I walked over and began kinda knocking on the wall listening to find the different sound that would locate a stud.

Julie found the stud-finder but it needed a battery and she didn’t have one.

Missy found a stud-finder app on her phone but she couldn’t make it work and my knuckles were kinda hurting from knocking on the wall.

But, we weren’t giving up.

We stepped closer to the wall and began to examine it and within seconds, Melissa found a series of patched nail holes that could be seen if you looked real close.  That had to be it, right?  

We looked, we touched, we knocked and discussed for a moment and agreed…..STUD!

One attempt to pound a nail right in line with the other marks and we knew…..

Josephine and her daughters had found a stud.  

Next came three screams of success, some high-fives and LOTS of ribbing at the wise-men.

What took them over half an hour, Josephine and her daughters had found in less than five minutes.

The moral of this little tale?

Ya lookin’ for a STUD?

Ask a woman!