There’s only one thing I can think of for which only a man will do, and no, it’s not give me an orgasm. I can do that for myself, thank you very much. No, it’s this insane craving that overtakes me every now and then to be wrapped in a pair of strong arms and fall asleep with his face at my ear or buried in my hair.

Ok…can we agree I’ve read one too many a romance novel in my lifetime?

Ugh.

BTW – I am the oldest of 4 girls. AKA the boy that didn’t show up.

Of four children, I am the sole daughter out of three sons. I also learned a lot of skills from my father. I can also (and have done) ‘frame a room addition, hang drywall, mud and tape it, hang vinyl siding, shingle your roof, paint your rooms, build you a deck, refinish your furniture’, but, ummm, not that other stuff. But I can also do electrical work, install plumbing fixtures, and am otherwise pretty damn handy about the house.

Who needs men, anyway?

I have my dad to thank for my power tool skills. I can actually run most of the power tools in his shop, too. I figured out early in life that if I wanted Dad to myself, the easiest way to get time with him was to become an apprentice. Thanks to that, I can frame a room addition, hang drywall, mud and tape it, hang vinyl siding, shingle your roof, paint your rooms, build you a deck, refinish your furniture, rebuild your VW Beetle engine, pull your stumps and burn your brush.

I am impressed that you can wield a chainsaw. I am not allowed to use sharp power tools. Which is ok, as they scare me, and I really wouldn’t want to cut a hand off.