>The other day I somehow hurt my knee. How? Who the hell knows. I am forever injuring myself in mysterious ways that don’t seem to involve much physical activity or fun for that matter. This injury is almost as bad as hurting your back. You don’t realize how often you use your knee muscles until they ache with pain.
Not only do I have to hobble along like someone three times my age, but getting chores done around the house is nigh impossible. There’s no one to bend down and unload the dishwasher. There’s no one to scrub the grime out of the tub. I can’t do it unless I feel like rendering myself useless for God knows how long. What’s a gal to do? Let the dishes sit and the tub get more disgusting.
Just thought I’d remind all you folks who are hooked up with someone how much greener the grass is on the other side…your side that is…
>Of course sometimes (many of them) there is one person in the relationship who, while they may be physically able to do all those little chores, still won't do them…to save your life (knees).
Some pastures, while they may look greener, have big piles of shit laying about!
~"Frank"
>So very true…Then again, I wouldn't be in a relationship with a guy who wouldn't do household chores. It's not 1950 anymore! 🙂