Maybe you people out there that live with men can help me with this.
Ever since I’ve moved in with Greg, there has been an odd feeling that I must be getting weaker. Jars have suspiciously gotten harder to open and most commonly, I have to twist and turn and fiddle with the faucet for a good 10-15 seconds or so before it finally spouts out water. And because I’ve applied all of my strength to it for a good amount of time, it usually comes in a massive blast when it’s finally on and shocks me.
He-man here just doesn’t seem to recognize his own strength.
aha! that explains it….
Well, if Greg or SA have any superhero friends, I could certainly play the damsel in distress role! I actually do have a light bulb that needs to be changed….
I thought I became more of a wimp in recent years – now I know why!
Well, spending every weekend at a place that I never actually “live” in and is only occupied by a man has taught me that:
apparently the carbonation in soda- though actually consisting of air molecules- must somehow be held ever captive in the bottle as long as the lid is closed so impenetrably tight that even the Hulk himself who closed it cannot get it open again.