Back when acid washed jeans were cool, Boy George was straight and you could buy a pack of smokes for under a dollar…my new husband informed me there were certain specific ‘man’ chores and ‘woman’ chores that applied in every marriage. I was skeptical but being a cheerful and trusting person…I played along.
Over the years the lines have blurred between these man/woman chores due in part to my rare but rage filled strikes. These are caused by the increase in my duties, the state of certain areas within my home, the SMELLS, and the fact that somehow the man chores are never completed.
I’m a problem solver, a trouble shooter if you will (this gives me a vague image of myself with crisscrossed ammo belts and matching pistols. It pleases me). So when something critical needed repairing last night and my husband claimed he needed the help of his brother who can’t make it until next week and it’s really not so bad anyway so why are you upset? I decided this time I would take matters into my own hands.
I googled it. I watched a 5 minute video, marched into the garage for the electric screwdriver, and then fixed the problem within 10 minutes. After which I felt justified in crowing about my accomplishment for rest of the night.
Thank you, Google. You have my heartfelt gratitude. Not just for always being there when I need you but also…for making me a better man.