Doing Our Part for Gender Equality

The other day I was cleaning out the bathtub drain, taking it all apart and running the snake down it, pulling out all the threads (where do they come from, anyway?) and other gross-me-outs, and then plunging the hell out of it until it finally decided to start draining again, while James was in the kitchen cooking dinner.  At first I thought, "Why couldn't I have married a guy who does this 'handyman' stuff so that I don't have to gag over it?"  Then I thought, "It's actually kind of funny that I'm in here doing this while he's out there making dinner."  Then I realized, "I married exactly the kind of guy I wanted to so that I can just be myself and he can be himself and neither of us feels locked into specific gender roles."

At a Habitat for Humanity build
New Orleans, 2008

Right now he's happily sweeping and mopping and dusting and scrubbing.  And I'm trying to think of something handymanish that needs to be done so I can get out of housecleaning...