Wellllllll now, who spent ALLLLL day, yesterday, playing golf at the benefit golf tournament with the boys, then ran to the office to finish up some work, coming home late to swing open the front door and shout, "Honey, I'm home".
The other one of us not only awoke early to feed the animals, fetch the paper and prepare morning coffee for the other partner, then rush off to work, deal with a bevy of office work, had lunch with their daughter, then rush back home to prepare a luscious meal of Parmasen Chicken and Zuccini Contessa, then scurried around before sitting down to enjoy a quiet dinner while listening to the other partner gesticulate about the particulars of their day. Afterward, the dinner dishes were cleaned up, the evening wrapped up with foot rubs and sitting through the television choices geared toward that gender's preferences. Soon snoring commenced and the day was done. For one. There was still housework and dusting to do. Ahhhh, a typical American coupling scene.
EXCEPT, Damn it, the gender tables were turned!!! There was something so inherently wrong with this display. But, it proves we can bring home the bacon and throw it up in the pan...wait on you hand and foot coz, I'm your ever-lovin' man....I'm a Man...Spelled...M-A-N. Hear me roar in numbers too big to ignore....I'm a man...M-A-N!
Ahem, you missed a spot.