I'm fretting. It's what women do. Worry and metaphorically wring their hands.
Fortunately, my new beau does. Along with Craftsman tools, a stainless steel grill, Costco membership and the ability to perform car maintenance in his garage. It’s all very impressive. And completely out of my realm of talent.
So goes the modern girl’s dilemma. We have careers, manage finances, juggle social lives, take care of family and sometimes raise children on our own. We can do it all. But do we have to? Is it pathetic to let someone else install a faucet?
Last Sunday the wheel came off the lawnmower mid-mow and my floral tool set (thanks, Dad) couldn’t make the repair. Feminist convictions wavered. Go to Home Depot and spend two hours fixing it. Or call David.
It took him four minutes. Good as new.
We’ve had this debate before. As I bemoaned not owning a cordless drill and tall ladder, David informed me what I really needed was a man. I bristled. I can clean gutters/replace well windows/plant landscaping myself, I told him. And he agreed. But it would be so much easier if I accepted help. So I did.
And now a thank you dinner is in order. Where’s my apron?
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