No Way Eric, I got married at 40 and was raising 2 nephews for 6 years before that, a MAN needs to be able to cook, clean and pick up vomit. Nephews now 17 and 19 can. They don't BUT they can
I always enjoyed vacuuming when I lived at home, thought of it like mowing the lawn. We started out splitting the chores when we got married and both worked . We had always planned for Mrs rowerwet to stay at home with the kids, and she took over most of the chores after the first was born. As the kids got old enough, they have taken over the chores, after all, they eat and wear clothes, they can wash them also. I've been told that I have servants not kids, I replied that my kids will know that food, shelter and heat come from work, not just handed out because you ask for it. There's nothing wrong with doing the housework, unless you have kids who can reach into the dishwasher and washing machine, but can't be bothered to load either
I didn’t mean loss of card for doing the wash... that’s as important as brushing your teeth... it’s all about rhetoric CB.
Just pick in on ya Eric VW .. Was a great memory for me teaching the 4 and 6 year olds to sort laundry. Ya toss it basketball style into baskets.. Cleaning hard wood floors they fought over broom and vacuum. When floor were clean sprayed floor cleaner on white socks and played slide on floors. Good times!
Oh yeah, all good... could you really imagine LodgedTree rocking the laundry room.....in them heels...?
I give Katie grief for complaining when she has her high high heels on, but after going from muck boots to heeled logging boots in the summer, I can really feel the difference and can barely stand up. I can only imagine Katie walking on Stiletto-Stilts all the time like she does. Thank goodness this is a shoeless house...(well maybe not the master bedroom). The only time I ever got nervous with her in heels was a time we were at this club that is known as the Packinghouse in Lyndon Vermont, known locally as the "Packer". Anyway the motorcycle club there is called the Mountain Men had a big barbecue there, and always go to that club afterwards. There was probably 100 of them there and Katie is in her black dress and black heels. Well there you leave your debit card at the bar to keep your tab going. Anyway she had left it at the bar, and we started to leave, but at the edge of town realized she had left it, and had to go back. It was like 1 AM, about 2 light bulbs burning in the whole parking lot and 2 big, burly biker dudes flanking each side of the door. She can barely walk in her heels and I hear one say to the other, "You know what I like about this club, the girls here are effing hot." Whether Katie is hot may be debatable, but had they wanted to do more than look, I am not sure I could have defended her honor that is for sure. Katie went there quite a bit, and said she never had a problem with them, but I preferred the club without them there. They always seemed poised for a fight.
Watch out with that one Midwinter. The boys from Britain like to point out that we were the only ones to take our freedom by force and get kind of touchy on the matter. Maybe so, but our ancestors did it. I found an old book by my Great Uncle many years ago and he said how my Maternal Great Grandfather (his grandfather) used to bring the boys around and tell him about what it was like to be at the Battle of Bunker Hill and lob musket balls down hill. I had no idea he was there. I looked it up and sure enough he was. I have no ill feelings towards the British boys though, it is always best to be friends with someone that be at war with them.
Now admitting this I KNOW I will have to pass in my man-card, but I call my vacuum my "House Combine".
So LodgedTree says- “I give Katie grief for complaining when she has her high high heels on, but after going from muck boots to heeled logging boots in the summer, I can really feel the difference and can barely stand up. I can only imagine Katie walking on Stiletto-Stilts all the time like she does. Thank goodness this is a shoeless house...(well maybe not the master bedroom). The only time I ever got nervous with her in heels was a time we were at this club that is known as the Packinghouse in Lyndon Vermont, known locally as the "Packer". Anyway the motorcycle club there is called the Mountain Men had a big barbecue there, and always go to that club afterwards. There was probably 100 of them there and Katie is in her black dress and black heels. Well there you leave your debit card at the bar to keep your tab going. Anyway she had left it at the bar, and we started to leave, but at the edge of town realized she had left it, and had to go back. It was like 1 AM, about 2 light bulbs burning in the whole parking lot and 2 big, burly biker dudes flanking each side of the door. She can barely walk in her heels and I hear one say to the other, "You know what I like about this club, the girls here are effing hot." Whether Katie is hot may be debatable, but had they wanted to do more than look, I am not sure I could have defended her honor that is for sure. Katie went there quite a bit, and said she never had a problem with them, but I preferred the club without them there. They always seemed poised for a fight.” Never one to trim down a post, eh....? Bet your English teacher was like, “Darn it boy... be concise, I don’t have all night to read your paper!” JK LT- not sure how you get much work done at the house when you’re always writing these Novellas.
Both hands up iv worked in a industrial laundry for 30 years, I cook clean iron not a chance on Washing up . She wanted a new kitchen so in it went with a dishwasher . But if at any time I’m not in the mood out comes the chainsaw log splitter or jack daniels . Despite all that The fire is mine the logs are mine and I decide if we sit in a room at 28 c or freeze
Hey unless there was some baked on foodies or month old experiments growing, it is funny, if not horribly Overkill...
