Earlier this morning I encountered this post and was moved to comment. After being out all day playing on my motorcycle, I come home to this in my e-mail joke from a friend:
A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, ‘Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!’ The husband said, ‘Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?’ ‘Doesn’t matter,’ she said. ‘Just get out.’
And after that from another friend there was:
Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is a husband.
So, now at the end of the day there are a lot more comments but not one hell-of-a lot more light.
My grandfather who was in the Alaska gold rush in his youth and who has long since passed away, said something to me I remember well:
“Before you buy the calf, look at the mama cow”.
Like I wrote earlier, is there someone complaining? Certainly not me or men in general. We adapt.
One last thing just to put a fine point on it: my Harley doesn’t need to be fed, clothed or otherwise attended to when not being ridden. (Poor choice of words maybe, but what-the-hell, there it is).
Come on now guys, life is great if you don’t weaken and keep your head about you.
