But I like to think that I use the common sense that my Higher Power bestowed upon me. I'm not saying that men don't have common sense, just that I'm not sure they know what to do with it at times. Look you square in the eye and tell you cleaning an oven is women's work then turn around and spend three hours with a toothbrush and a cloth diaper cleaning a guitar amplifier 'til it gleams. Play four quarters of football and not complain, but act as if he is on his deathbed if he catches a cold. Remember the exact date the car needs an oil change, the day the Yankees won the pennant, and his ex-girlfriends birthday, but forget your anniversary.
Women throw an empty milk carton away.
Men put it back in the refrigerator and assume you are psychic. In a man's opinion, not asking a Wal-Mart employee where the cat food is located is folly. However, so is stopping to ask for directions when you are lost at 2 in the morning or 2 in the afternoon for that matter. Then again, since we live in a house with a kid, six cats and a psycho dog, he might have a point. I took it to the post office, paid for the postage and the insurance.