I knew he was working in the garage so I said, "Uh, yeah, sure. Where is it?"
"On the steps."
I walked out into the garage and found the hammer. I figured he must be high up on a ladder or something. So I look and...
He's not on the ladder.
"Honey, where are you?"
"How in the world am I supposed to hand you a hammer?!"
He told me to just put it on the end of a board and raise it up to him. I did, and it worked.
As I left the garage he said, "I sure hope these things hold me up!"
Yeah, me too. He's seriously crazy sometimes. I'm amazed he hasn't broken his leg yet!