Well, gol danged... Maybe too much advice fir this Wes Ginny to process... Well, I'm sure my friend knows exactly what needs to be done and I'll be the first to say that he works his boney butt off 'round the house and in the gardens and vaccums and dusts an plays some fine music fir his wife on the rear deck in the evening. He's even good lookin', 'er that's what my friend's wife says... Heck, don't don nuthin' fir me...

But now really... Here's how I, I mean my friend, reacted and, sure it was prolly all wrong and all but he said "Hey, I ain't no mind reader. All ya gotta do is ask but don't go gettin' mad 'cause I didn't guess what you wanted done and therefore didn't do it." Well, somethin' like that. Bad answer? Hunh? Not sensitive enuff? Hmmmmm? Hey, when ya been away fri a danged 4 days and ya get home there's always lots of stuff to do. Like unpack the car, which I, I mean my friend still had to do during this little altercation. Like get the danged cricks out of the bad knee from driving all day. Like go to the bathroom, fir gosh sakes... But, no, not home a minute and this...???...

Well, I reckon the "mind reader" thing musta worked okay 'cause my frined and my wife, I mean me and my friend's wife are getting along much better now...

But I know this is gonna come up again so I want to be better prepared next time 'round...

And other that warm and fuzzy sensitive stuff there must be some common nugget of truth that you womenz ain't tellin' 'cause I know fir a fact that you all have a vast female conspiracy aginst us poor ignorant men and are all swored to secrecy...

That's the way I heared it anyway...

Bobert