Ok. You guys got me to admit it. Not all the times you try to help is it a pain. You are trying to be chivalrous. Wolfman admitted today to me (in his delirious and delusional ill like state) that he isn't sure when to help. I get frustrated if he does and I get frustrated if he doesn't. No I am not going to put on a nurse outfit anytime soon.
We finally figured it out. When he thinks he should help, he really shouldn't....when he thinks he shouldn't....he really should. Sounds mixed up but with him this may help! Backwards thinking for the dyslexic thinker :)
Yes I will admit to my other male friends. Chivalry is not dead. I am not talking about holding a door open or putting a coat over a puddle, or helping out carrying things and so on and so forth. I am talking about like changing a light bulb, fixing some wiring, setting up a 45 gallon fish tank, rotating rollerblade wheels, putting in a new showerhead for the shower, taking apart a computer with a screwdriver. Intimidator...you were drooling when I offered you the tools :) ok maybe not drooling but chomping at the bit. Things like that, where you feel you need to step in. Yes I have told some of you that I have to make you feel useful by helping. You all know that is not true. If I ask for help I truly need it. You should all know that.
You all know what I keep you around for don't you? I always have that elusive jar of pickles that I can't get opened and will need your help on. :)
I appreciate all of you. You are great! ~~~Kasey~~~
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