<p>Pee2n? “Depends” what you mean. (Haha…you’re just mad because I thought your performance as one of the Celtic Women with your accordion is overrated)</p>
<p>Look, if you really want to make the women in your office happy, get them Swiss knives in an assortment of pastel colors. That’ll make all the difference.</p>
<p>Oops. Got to go. Have to start my Christmas shopping! Where’d you buy those knives? That’s a great idea!</p>
<p>Wow…just had an idea for a new book: “The Zen of Famous Russian Female Snipers and Holiday Gifting” at your favorite bookstore by next fall.</p>
<p>My heartiest congratulations to those men reading this thread who have wimmin in their lives who want smelly soap or jewelry. My wife (God love her) actually doesn’t care about stuff at all. This means that I can completely skip a gifting holiday and she doesn’t even notice (see "birthday 2006). She would much rather go out to dinner with friends than get a diamond ankle bracelet. In fact, the one time I went big with jewelry (pendant and earrings) she wore them once and I’ve never seem them again. I’d bet a dollar that she has no idea where they are. She also does not respond to flowers or chocolate, and likes inexpensive-ish wine as well as the expensive stuff.</p>
<p>Now, most of you guys would say that I have it made, but there is a problem with this. I can’t go out and spend a few bucks to make her happy. It’s not a good thing.</p>
<p>They smell everything and mostly the reaction is “ew”</p>
<p>“Bath salts?? Who has time for a BATH when you’re a mother of six??”</p>
<p>I know what you mean…but the vibe I get is that women like the girly stuff even if they never use it. Not unlike the way an awkward 15-year-old boy might prize the condom in his wallet, or the way some guys feel about that handgun they have in the bedroom closet. Or the way Britney Spears feels about underwear.</p>
<p>I learned a long time ago that when people tell me I’m insensitive or use too many generalizations, it’s because they are unable to tell me I’m WRONG. </p>
<p>The Waiter model is great not because of what it is, but what it isn’t. Most of the Swiss Army knives have redundant or unnecessary features. The standard knife has 2 blades, a can opener, a bottle opener/screwdriver, and a corkscrew.</p>
<p>I never understood the need for TWO blades, and one rarely needs the can opener. So if you take the standard model, and get rid of one blade and the can opener, you’ve got the Waiter–everything you need and nothing you don’t.</p>
<p>Does Beruah translate as “gullible”? Be polite beruah, or for your next birthday, I’ll get you an all-expenses-paid hunting trip with Parent “Dick Cheney” 2Noles.</p>
<p>TG~
I truly thank you for your post. See, you EPITOMIZED the problem with the thinking process of a good number of men. They simply CANNOT FATHOM that <em>anyone</em> would not think/feel/act as they do. Fact is, from your posts you appear to be VASTLY different from my hubster and from many other men that I know well (not that it’s worth trying to convince you of that–see above! )</p>
<p>As far as this:
Haven’t you ever heard this quote by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich?:
Get with the program, TG!!! :D</p>
<p>Nevertheless, if you’d like to cough up a nice piece of exotic jewelry or the latest high-tech electronic gadget, put Feb. 4 on your calendar! ;)</p>
<p>~berurah, which <em>ACTUALLY</em> translates into “I’m onto you, TourGuide446!” ;)</p>
Actually, it’s more like, “You and I both being Aquarians BLOWS.”</p>
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There ya go again…thinking <em>YOU</em> know what EVERYONE ELSE means! You just proved my point! I am actually a fairly renowned editor around these parts, and my post said EXACTLY what it meant! :D</p>
<p>Been married 13 years…but I haven’t become a gelding like most married guys I know, so I’m still free to say what I think without the fear of getting hit with a rolling pin. No doubt when Mr. Beruah looks in the mirror, the imprint across his forehead reads “American Cast Iron Skillet Co., Utica, NY.”</p>
Who needs a frying pan? The men in <em>my</em> life have always submitted willingly…and were glad they did! (P.S. I don’t own any aprons either, and I even have shoes! So much for the “barefoot and preggo” dealio.) Hey! I’ll bet I know your very favorite Kinky Friedman song…“Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in the Bed”!</p>
<p>Do me a huge favor, TG, will ya? For any future “pot shots” (ain’t <em>I</em> clever! <em>lol</em>), could you please learn to spell “berurah” correctly? Thx! </p>
<p>~berurah, who would NEVER need a li’l ol’ fryin’ pan to put an errant man in his place ;)</p>
<p>I can not alphabetically, phonetically, associate, or mentally pronounce “berurah’s” handle, I thus resort to sight recognition as, **The B **, posts’</p>
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The men in <em>my</em> life have always submitted willingly…and were glad they did!