So, there I am on Victoria Day, hacking away at my front (formerly paved) mud patch (Read: good old Toronto clay), with a spade, trying to turn it into a garden. Neighbourhood old guy passes and says in a thick Italian accent, "You are working like a man."
No honey. If I were working like a man, someone would be in the house making me drinks and dinner. Since I'm the bitch who'll be making the meal post shovelling, I have this to say to Old Guy: I am working like a woman. And that is way HARDER.
3 comments:
OMG...that gave me a chuckle. You are sooooo right. I have to say...I'm not to sure the girls in the 70's did us that much of a favor...we are now bringing home the bacon, after shopping for it, cooking it, cleaning up after it and are left taking out the garbage.
Love the Diamond Fantasy Shawl...
Ha! So true!
Ignorant old geezer...
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