So I started knitting a sweater to break the monotony of the freaking afghan. I'm going to London on October 6th. The hubby's turn to vacuum. Ah, I love being married to a man who is comfortable enough with his masculinity he'll vacuum the house when it's his turn. I hate to say this, but I am glad I didn't marry a man from Mexico.
Macho men run rampant there.
My own brothers are semi-macho. The King of Macho. He won't even make himself a sandwich. She usually does it. Let's all write to her and tell her to go on strike.