GEEZ...if you believe that I've a bridge to sell you.
Actually I've found it quite difficult this past weekend coming to terms with the notion my girlfriend will very well probably make more money than I next year. Now I've always been the 'bread winner' and I've always liked it that way and as much as I'd love an increase to the household income, as long as I'm the winner in the battle of bringing home the bacon, it's cool. WELL, that's all about to change and in many ways I am hopeful that it does, it will be a welcomed challenge to my own 'pigdom' that I've essentially developed. There's nothing wrong with not being the primary income maker and that will allow me more time to get things done around the house and garden etc.
DEEP BREATH...however, until I actually manage and conquer the challenge, I'll be eating quite a bit of crow and trying to keep my feet in my mouth so I don't say anything stupid, or at least nothing worse than has already been said. I must say, she's been a good sport about it and at least for the moment, is really enjoying teasing me about being the woman of the house barefoot and ironing her slacks and blouses...yea, right! Only that once babe!!!! LOL! So I made her breakfast the other morning, it was out of love, not duty...love not duty love not duty...lol - it was of love.
Yea, the feminist in me has teeter-tottered on the verge of acting like a stereotypical