I am man, hear me roar.
Last night, before bed, our toilet broke. I instantly diagnosed the problem, found a short-term answer and will fix the rest after work today.
I then spent the morning boasting to the Lady Friend about how much I do around the house. How I built her a closet organizer and painted the bedroom and fixed that light switch she hated and put in a new vanity in the bathroom.
Hell, without me, she would be screwed!
And I made damn sure she knew it.
Then she folded the laundry, scheduled a dentist appointment, paid the bills, put the groceries away, swept the floor, reminded me my socks didn't match, sorted the mail, watered the flowers and packed my lunch.
Then she handed me my juice box, patted me on the head and said -
"That's nice, honey, now zip up your fly and go to work."
I am man, hear me whimper.
4 comments:
Why did you fix the toilet?
Don't you have a sink?
I don't even know who you are any more.
this post made me giggle, i'm glad you don't take the lady friend for granted.
Fantastic. And true. Doesn't negate the handiness though, you definitely get a couple muffled roars out of the bathroom fix...
That sounds a lot like the exchanges between my husband and me. Maybe it's a Cleveland thing?
Anyway, just stumbled onto your blog, and found it amusing so thought I'd comment.
Cheers!
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