Although part of me hates to admit it, I'm probably a feminist. Today, though, I was not.
We had a minor altercation with our stove, and the starter/ignitor spontaneously started and wouldn't turn off. Fearing that the house was filling with gas fumes, I panicked and tried to replace and turn off the knob. I told Amie to call someone. I sought out Meghan to help me find a main gas valve.
As Amie talked to the fire department, I gave up my faith in solving the problem. After Meghan jokingly suggested we get our surfer/stoner neighbors to help, I immediately thought "we need a guy." As I looked over the walls in the house, I sent Meghan to fetch our neighbors that are in the armed forces. Dan knew how to solve a car problem, so I figured this was easy peasy for him.
As Dan came out and offered his help, Amie met us all and said to the fire department instructed us to stay outside and wait for them.
The problem was solved with the fire department...it actually wasn't a severe issue, just a problem with the starter, but I realized how much I like having handy guys around. I'm sure glad Dan's next door, and I'm glad my dad's only a phone call away. Yep...no matter how independent I am, I will always be thankful to have calming, problem-solving guys nearby.
But I still want a woman president in 2008.
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Hey, I never said I told you to call the fire department...I said "I told Amie to call someone." I know I wasn't that forward-thinking at the moment.
hehehe.
Crazy homosexual guy at the edge of nuclear panic walks into a bar and says, "We're all just chopped liverwurst! No mas!"
Get it?
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