ü He is in charge of filling my car with gas. Men love cars. Cars need gas. MY car needs gas.
ü He is in charge of lawn care. When I was in college, the city I lived in allowed you to work for them for two summers. I was in the “Lawn and Garden” Department one of my years. I mowed grass (using both riding and push mowers) five days a week, eight hours a day for three months. That was enough grass cutting for my lifetime. I will never, ever cut grass again as long as I live. If Angry quits, I will just live with that ensuing jungle.
ü He is in charge of snow removal. I hate cold and snow (and exercise in general). That’s all he (and you) needs to know.
ü He is in charge of making lunches. I cook dinner. I do all the dishes that can’t go into the dishwasher (a job that I
His comparable job is to make our “brown bag” lunches for work. I think he got the easier job (and, I want a raise!).
ü He is in charge of taking the garbage out. This is a man’s job. Women should not have to deal with disgusting bags of garbage. My rules only, but he has to follow them (so says me).
ü He is in charge of carrying any heavy bags. This means grocery bags as well as shopping bags at the mall. I drag him with me to the mall just so he can handle the bags of shoes I accumulate. Men are strong; they should carry the heavy stuff even if it’s my shoes.
ü He is in charge of matching his own socks. I do all the laundry. I fold everything. He can putz with putting together all the totally similar white socks that he wears. Problem is, he tends to keep the ones with holes in them. I need to re-train him to throw those away!