Being Manly

So I'm just going to come right out and admit that I'm not the most manly man to ever walk down the street. If ever given the option, I would much rather go to Banana Republic than hang out and watch "the game," or talk about engines or sit around and think up ways to reroute the gas for the grill in the back yard. I mean, is the grill broken? Is it no longer giving my chicken those nice little marks? If not, then it's trash and you have to go buy a new one. But I understand that there are members of the male species who enjoy, and rather prefer this unusual way of life.

But anyway, as I'm trying to get settled into my new apartment in Bloomington, I have found myself having to engage in some rather manly activities. Just today, I had to stand on a chair and replace a lightbulb in my bedroom. But that wasn't too bad. However, I also had to assemble my wooden IKEA bed frame tonight, which was considerably less fun than
arranging the rubber duckies in my bathroom. In fact, during the whole furniture-assembly soiree, I actually managed to hurt my back while attempting to rotate my bedside table to facilitate sawing off one of the extraneous pieces of wood (don't ask).

So now I find myself sitting at the dining room table with my feet propped up in just the right position so as to avoid any painful spurts of agony that might shoot up my spinal column. But despite the pain, today I managed to accomplish some very manly tasks on my own, and for that I will hold my head up high.

So what is today's moral? It's that being manly at times can be fun, but I would never recommend it without supervision! Take care, all, and enjoy the rest of your weekend.