jonesthecurl wrote:One of the other reasons my first wife is known as my first wife is that she got fed up with asking her dad round to do all the fixing - she was used to living in a house where carpentry, plumbing, electrical stuff, were all done by the man. I was fine with that, and fine with him doing all ours too. I'm crap at anythig like that. One Christmas (our last together) she bought me the Reader's Digest Book of D.I.Y. . "Why did you get me this?" I cried, "You know I'm rubbish at all that stuff!". "Exactly." she said.
Reminds me of when my brothers were looking at one of their cars when my husband and I were visiting. My husband went out, pretty quickly helped them figure out what was wrong. Both my brothers were effussive with praise. My husband dismissed it, saying "doesn't everyone grow up messing with cars?" My brothers and I all looked at each other and cracked up laughing. "No,", my brothers replied, some of us grow up messing with computers." (my husband knows a lot less about computers than my brothers know about cars)
All of them can, however, cook decently (albiet VERY differently!) So, I guess they at least have their priorities straight!

































































