So yeah, I got called a girl. If that were true, mind you, I'd be a pretty hideous-looking girl, seeing that I'm 6'4 235 pounds and the proud owner of facial hair that needs to be shaved twice a day if I don't want to look scruffy. Not exactly "America's Next Top Model" material.
So why this assault on my masculinity? A Crock-pot.
Yeah, a Crock-pot. What a crock!
There is a group of people, family and friends, that I exchange gifts with at birthdays, Christmastime, etc. And we've taken to using wish lists to accomodate that task. I love a wish list because I know if I buy anything for someone using their list, it's something they want, so I usually can't mess it up.
Now my take on gifts is, the items are things that I want, but just won't buy for myself. Indulgences, you might say. And while I've always enjoyed eating meals prepared in a crock-pot, I've never gotten one for myself. It's something I'd like, but, well, you know...
I had left my wish list open on my computer earlier. I had just replaced an out-of-date crock-pot that was no longer available with one that is. I gots me a birthday coming up soon! My friend stopped by and she asked to use my laptop. I was in the other room when I heard, "This is your wish list?"
"You're such a GIRL! Look at this stuff!"
She proceeded to call out every item that she considered "girly". All cooking-related items. I would hardly think that would qualify me as a female (Emeril isn't a girl, right?)
But, anyway, I guess I better go out and go to the hardware store or something. Maybe spit or scratch myself or something.
I'd just love to have that crock-pot, you know?
Alright, who's singing "I Feel Pretty" wise guys?