I’m not exactly “handy” around the house. In fact, I’m the opposite of handy (“awkward,” according to the thesaurus).
So, because my husband actually seemed to enjoy the chores and responsibilities that come with home ownership, I was happy to let him handle it all. I now realize this was neither fair nor wise, but since he never complained, I didn’t make waves. I had a good thing going. Then one day, 17 years after we traded life in the Big Apple for the suburban world of …
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A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. – Groucho Marx
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