It really comes as a surprise that I've not ranted this before. Another difference, that I've done much field study on, about men and women and how they're capable of doing one thing at a time or more than one thing at a time.

My husband can only do ONE thing at a time. If he's talking on the phone, it's inconceivable that I could slide a piece of paper under his hand for him to sign his name on, or ask him to pass me the ashtray. I get these 'go to hell' glances that say, (besides 'go to hell') don't you see I'm on the phone here? While I talk on the phone, I can also balance the checkbook, mop the floor, groom the dog, change diapers, just about anything else. Or when he's bringing in groceries from the car and gets to the front door with three bags and beckons loudly for someone to come to his aid. It's inconceivable to him that he could reach out an unused appendage to open the screen door with. When I have had six bags of groceries; 4 on one arm, keys and a handbag; 2 on the other that's also carrying a squiggly infant and diaper bag. So I can scoff at his measly 3 bag dilemma.

I honestly don't know if it's a Women thing or being a Mother. After becoming a Mother at 21, I first noticed my many-things-at-one-time talent. (You won't get me saying "multi-tasking"--it's on my "Verbal Bitchslaps" list.)

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Unconscious muttering
Coat:: of paint
Allowance:: leeway
Mist:: Misty Mountain Hop (by Led Zeppelin)
Disorder:: disfunctional
Scheme:: color scheme
Dick:: Nixon
Homework:: wars
Milton:: John
Shampoo:: movie with Warren Beatty
Z:: zmag.com