Saturday, May 27, 2006
It's the Weekend in Paradise
I woke up early this morning with a light heart. I had been dreaming about my grandfather, whom I dearly loved. This half remembered dream got me wondering about something that has a history with me.
Ever since I was a young girl clear up through the present, the men I love have been asking me to fetch tools for them while they are working on some project or another, usually something for me. Now, I have no problem being Step N Fetch It, but I am puzzled by why men would assume I would know that a whatsamacallit tool is or even what it looks like. Screw drivers are the worst. I have vivid memories of my dad saying, "get the screwdriver for me, will you" and me staring at the 102 he had on his work bench. It didn't matter what one I brought, it was always the wrong one and the one he needed I could never find. This was true with my ex and even my current (and forever) honey. Why do men assume we know? Over time I have learned the differences between some of the screwdriver's such as a Phillips head etc. but it seems even those are some times different.
So, I have devised a plan and, as soon as my honey is done puttering, I am going to try it out. I have assembled most of my cutters on my work table. I am going to ask him to please bring me the one with the scoring blade. Wonder how he will do?
Have a great one!