No matter how I try, no matter how many times I watch my wife do it, I cannot fold a fitted sheet. In my hands it winds up looking like origami crafted by a drunk in a hurricane.
Clearly there is advanced physics involved here that is beyond my ken.
Showing posts with label housework. Show all posts
Showing posts with label housework. Show all posts
Friday, December 5, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
OKAY THEN
A
We've been having one of those evenings where I sit down to the computer thinking finally there'll be a nap or at least a bit of down time, but what winds up here on the screen is the letter A and then I have to get up and attend to business, three hours go by and the A is still sitting there.
Mocking me, because I no longer remember what I was going to write after the A; however one of the interruptions was most pleasant, as a local person of some standing (and that's as specific as I'll get) actually took the time to come by the house and tell me in person how much he appreciated my radio work.
Good thing he didn't come by on one of those days spent doing housework in the nude. (KIDDING, he said in capital letters, knowing that there are some things that should not be envisioned let alone depicted in reality. Of course I don't do all that much housework.)
At any rate, my recollection of the encounter is available over at my sibling blog, Brian's Bag-Letter Bonanza.
We've been having one of those evenings where I sit down to the computer thinking finally there'll be a nap or at least a bit of down time, but what winds up here on the screen is the letter A and then I have to get up and attend to business, three hours go by and the A is still sitting there.
Mocking me, because I no longer remember what I was going to write after the A; however one of the interruptions was most pleasant, as a local person of some standing (and that's as specific as I'll get) actually took the time to come by the house and tell me in person how much he appreciated my radio work.
Good thing he didn't come by on one of those days spent doing housework in the nude. (KIDDING, he said in capital letters, knowing that there are some things that should not be envisioned let alone depicted in reality. Of course I don't do all that much housework.)
At any rate, my recollection of the encounter is available over at my sibling blog, Brian's Bag-Letter Bonanza.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
YEAH, BABY, I'M MOPPING...YOU LIKE THAT, DON'T YOU?
What gets the lady in your life in the mood, lads? A gaggle of researchers at the Council on Contemporary Familes say it's when you're reeking of Murphy's Oil Soap and dirty diapers:
I'd read the article in greater detail, but the gutters need cleaning. Nudge nudge wink wink say no more say no more...
American men still don't pull their weight when it comes to housework and child care, but collectively they're not the slackers they used to be. The average dad has gradually been getting better about picking himself up off the sofa and pitching in, according to a new report in which a psychologist suggests the payoff for doing more chores could be more sex.
I'd read the article in greater detail, but the gutters need cleaning. Nudge nudge wink wink say no more say no more...
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