Two of my favorite men in the whole world, along with a curly haired poop.
I love men. Maybe it's because I think like one, or my personality works well with the typical male's, but for as long as I can remember, I have been boy crazy. I like everything about them...they way they smell, their broad shoulders, I could go on and on.
Even more than the average man, I like handy men. This is my favorite trait of my husband's...he can fix anything and everything. Since I have been with him, we have yet to ever have to hire a plumber, mechanic, anyone...he can do it all. His capability, confidence, and know-how just totally does it for me. Not to mention how much money we save-yesterday, he fixed an exhaust leak, defective HID headlight, and squeaky belt on my car, as well as an oil and coolant change. That would have cost my firstborn child at a dealership! Awesome.
I'm also a curious sort, and I'm constantly asking questions. Apparently I have been like this since small childhood, I guess I just forgot to grow out of it. I always have to know how things work, why things happen, the science behind a particular action. Luckily for me, Mr. Floren ALWAYS has the answer. How does a plane fly? He knows. What is a black hole? He knows. Why can't I walk without running into things? Well, he doesn't know the answer to that, but some things will just always be a mystery.
My brother is the same sort of guy as the husband. He's a mechanic by trade, but he too can fix anything and answer almost any question. So, even before I was married, I had a man around to take care of me. Unfortunately, I think it's fostered a sense of helplessness that I have...it's not that I can't put together that bookshelf, per se, I've just never had to! You'd think I was a total moron...if the furnace won't kick on, do I go to check if the cover is all the way closed or the breaker has tripped? No, I call my husband. I suppose the argument could be made that I'm not a moron, but actually brilliant-how much work have I managed to get out of by playing dumb?
It's not helplessness or rampant sexism-it's a well crafted in-depth plot to avoid anything that may give me splinters or a headache. Bwah ha ha ha. Yes, that's it.
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