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And reaching stuff down from tall shelves.My god, what is it with women and bugs (well, my experience with women and bugs anyway)? We’ve lived in the country for over 10 years now and bugs are a way of life. Yet almost every day one of the womenfolk in the family is screaming for me to come kill a bug in the house somewhere.
Of course I guess I shouldn’t complain too much. They say it’s the only thing I’m good for and the only reason they keep me around.
LOL. At least that one makes sense.And reaching stuff down from tall shelves.
Take it as a compliment - they must like watching you stretch....LOL. At least that one makes sense.
But it makes no sense to me why the measuring cups are kept on the top shelf of the cabinet. They're needed almost every day.
You've never seen my bony arse. That can't possibly be it.Take it as a compliment - they must like watching you stretch....
Then you and I'd get along ok.Well, this is one thread I will have to ignore. I act like a crazy woman when I'm around an insect that's longer than a quarter of an inch.
And opening pickle jars.My god, what is it with women and bugs (well, my experience with women and bugs anyway)? We’ve lived in the country for over 10 years now and bugs are a way of life. Yet almost every day one of the womenfolk in the family is screaming for me to come kill a bug in the house somewhere.
Of course I guess I shouldn’t complain too much. They say it’s the only thing I’m good for and the only reason they keep me around.
That to. But why do women always hand us the pickle jar when our hands are wet? Just to call us wimps when it slips and we can’t open it? And heaven’s forbid we take a butter knife to knock on the lid and loosen it up. “MY GOD DON'T HIT IT SO HARD, YOU’RE GOING TO BREAK IT.” (FYI... I've never broken one.) Luckily now I have one of those flimsy plastic flat jar openers, that I got from a funeral home handing them out during a service, just for such an occasion. (Thanks uncle Bill)And opening pickle jars.
And taking out the trash, which is mostly broken measuring cups.
I open my own pickle jars... using the knife trick. No getting around that being short thing, though.That to. : But why do women always hand us the pickle jar when our hands are wet? Just to call us wimps when it slips and we can’t open it? And heaven’s forbid we take a butter knife to knock on the lid and loosen it up. “MY GOD DON'T HIT IT SO HARD, YOU’RE GOING TO BREAK IT.” (FYI... I've never broken one.) Luckily now I have one of those flimsy plastic flat jar openers, that I got from a funeral home handing them out during a service, just for such an occasion. (Thanks uncle Bill)
Isn't that what high heels are for?I open my own pickle jars... using the knife trick. No getting around that being short thing, though.
Only if they come with a "hover two feet off the floor" option. Besides, my high heel antics take place in a whole 'nother room. Not the kitchen. If I'm cooking or cleaning, it's yoga pants and bare feet.Isn't that what high heels are for?