I have a theory that there are “boy jobs” and “girl jobs”. To better explain, “boy jobs” are pretty much anything I don’t want to do. You’ll find lots of things on the list…like taking out the trash, killing large insects and dealing with automotive issues. I’m super lucky that my husband Brett often steps up to the job and gets things done. Ok, so not always with a smile, but it gets done nonetheless.
When I found my car with a flat tire last week, I knew I was in trouble. Thankfully, Brett was close by and was able to come to my rescue…which was a good thing since my dad was about 1500 miles away….and apparently you are not supposed to call the police when it comes to things like this.
Brett was happy to come change my tire, but hell-bent on teaching me an important lesson.
Take a wild guess what we practiced after the flat tire crisis was resolved?? You got it! It took me a while and I completely ruined my manicure, but now I can change my own tire! (and I’m pretty sure working in a NASCAR pit crew isn’t going to be part of my future)
But don’t worry….I’m still considering it a boy job!
