All That and a Bag of Chips

I'm spoiled, yes, I never thought it would happen, but it did.

Sandy has fantastically spoiled/enabled me into blissful happiness.

You see, he takes care of all the "Man" duties.  You know what I'm talking about:

1.  Changes the oil.

2.  Fills my car with gas.

3.  Mows the lawn (most of the time),

4.  Weed whacks.

5.  Fixes stopped up toilets- (seriously, I don't even have to plunge).

He pretty much rocks.

Typically, I loved this spoiled life style and apparently, according to one of my besties,

can be a bit, how shall we say it, snooty.

 (I'm still offended Shelly).

Honestly, I just try to avoid activities that may induce injury, broken nails, require ugly shoes,  and

basically are unpleasant.

 (Stop thinking I'm shallow, it's practical, people, practical.)

Anyhoo, I've been assigned new projects at work lately.

 Projects  that require the use of a U-Haul, muscles, and ugly shoes.

Hummm....I see the possibility of a broken nail in my future.

Today, I "manned up" and conquered a feat so amazing that I'm still basking in the glory.

I opened a U-Haul all by myself.

 Don't judge me.

This was a "small step for man kind" sort of moment.

I realized I can open a U-Haul and even pull out the gate.

 (Okay, so the Worship Arts guy gave me a hand with the gate.)

At this point you may be wondering, "why am I reading this drivel".

 But that's all good with me cuz' I got me some muscles. 

In addition, I also found out something new about myself. 

 I actually like trying new things. 

Hummm...Weed whacking- here I come.

Blessings to you and yours!