Well, I looked at these and realised that I fail quite a number of them, even though I'm a woman!But the best one is the toilet roll. It really is quite a complex task squeezing that spring in the holder to release it. It calls for at least a two-year diploma course...
Yeh, between you and me, I'm not that domesticated either, but I found that and posted it for fun. Incidentally I seem to be the only one who changes the toilet roll at work too - clearly the Scottish Prison Service is neglecting to teach its officers that particular technique... Perhaps the trainers haven't done the qualification. On t'other hand, my husband fortunately likes hoovering - the kids call it daddy's hoover, so that saves me that chore. He can cook and manage the finances too, so I plan to keep him, even though he hasn't grasped sorting whites from coloureds and has to be banned from the washing machine. Vive la difference, I say.
Fortunately, I learned how to handle the washing machine at 13, when my mom went back to work. It came in as a useful skill when I went away to college, as I was the only one of my male dorm colleagues that knew how to do a wash clothes properly. I had to teach them all......Needless to say, the girls on the floor were impressed. It's like I told the guys on my floor: the way to a woman's heart is through the spin cycle.....;-)
I don't want a shopping companion, I'd rather stay in the garden, if I have to go, its alone and for things for me!!
Can I sign up mine please.Ta.
That was funny. A good way to start the day.
Now, Now - you've stereotyped all men. My feelings are hurt ;-)
Most enjoyable. It puts me in mind of a cartoon I once saw where a man was talking to a counsellor."She expects me to remember things just because they're important."
Totally correct - I'm like all those things!
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