I just caught up on this thread.

Damn, brucie! Half my once-white clothes are a nice shade of pink by now!

I often point people to the frig and figure my job is done.

Life is too short for dainty little sandwiches made by moi.

I enjoy reading a map, give directions to whoever wants them and fold my laundry (but really, DOES anyone fold their underwear??)

And of course you soak the dishes! Less elbow grease needed (though over night at most...days? I do like to get to them before the cockroaches decide it's smorgasbord time.)

And Amos-"that role's been taken by a quadruped" was my whole POINT!

So it just goes to show, there are no hard and fast rules when it comes to who wants what and how things are done according to our gender...and being best of friends means the gates of communication stay open, WIDE open-even when it sometimes hurts.

If we didn't make mistake along the way, we'd never learn, but for me, the point is to be allowed to make those mistakes, and not to think making them will be the end of the world.

We're all flawed, fragile and and singular creatures. Just being nice to each other goes a long long way.