it's summer. you invite some people over for a bbq. what happens? the guys sit out back drinking a coupla pops. the women are in the kitchen. they prepare the salads. get the veggie tray ready. marinate the meat. bring out the snacks. set the table. when it's time, the men [actually, "the man" -- no one but the one whose house it is touches the bbq] throw the meat on the grill, warm it "just right", yell out "it's ready", everyone sits down/chows down, sits back, and relaxes.
and someone turns to "the man" and says "great bar-b-que".
it's spring. the yard is a mess after a long winter [those in northern climates understand]. the man gets on the phone. orders in soil. compost. while he's waiting for it to arrive, he cleans out the shed [or garage] moving winter stuff "in" and summer stuff "out". power washes the deck. readies the bbq for the season [with loving care]. when the truck comes the soil is dumped on the front yard. he spends a day carting it, wheelbarrowful by wheelbarrowful, to the back and side yards, and moving it around to the necessary places in front. spreads it. smooths. it. seeds the lawn as necessary. goes with "her" to buy flowers. loads them in the car. unloads them at home. goes back to Home Depot to get what she forgot. digs the holes so she can drop the flowers in the right places. sets up the playground equipment for the children/grandchildren after he has spread the load of sand that was brought in. finally --
finally -- it is done to her satisfaction. he can sit back and relax for a minute [too bad it's too late to go for a long ride]
she invites her friends over to see and they say to her "your garden looks great -- you've done a fantastic job".
a woman's garden is a man's bar-b-que.
"The thing about quotes on the Internet is you cannot confirm their validity" - Abraham Lincoln
"Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened." - Winston S. Churchill
Most motorcyclists live more in five minutes than other people do in their entire lives.
when you mix religion with politics you get politics
people say I'm condescending (that means I talk down to people)
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