Even if I can't, because there has been many a times, I still try my darndest. Not to prove folks wrong, but to prove that I can do anything I put my mind to.
Today happened to be one of those days: My cell phone broke this weekend so I had to get a new plan, new phone, and get it installed and ready to go. It's now 11 p.m. PST and a simple task turned into hours of fiddling with a new phone. It's still not working.
To make matters worse, my email was down. All. Day. I was on the phone with the tech team - for more than two hours - but email is now working.
This after running around all day on personal errands and working in between appointments - on my broken cell phone - no less. Yet I still managed.
But then my hubby gave me the "let me do this for you" macho-tude.
Really? "After 12 hours of "me" running around all day and taking care of my own business you want to help me out NOW, at, hm, 10 p.m.?" I asked him, as he followed up with "You can't do it by yourself."
Yes, this is what I have been waiting for. All. Day. To be saved. (Insert eye rolls)
For some mild, meek and mostly useless woman, that could be very well be her way out doing nothing while watching her man take over.
To someone independent, like myself, this was a mans way of telling a woman that she couldn't do it. That "I" couldn't do it.
I wasn't having it.
So I did what every normal woman would do - did something else to make-up for the "stuff" that wasn't in working order.
I designed my own Twitter background.
So there.
