My sister, bless her heart, is a very understanding woman. She and some friends have started a ministry for mothers and a friend and I were picking up supplies for it. I'd asked what they could use and one of the items was sippy cups. Hey, not a problem. That's what brothers are for.
So we go to Wal Mart, get a few things, and being a bachelor who knows nothing about this stuff, I call Sis. The problem is, I ask her about spit cups.
Now, she was with a bunch of her friends at bunco. Great opportunity to roll her eyes and say, "Guess what he just said!" She didn't. (Thank you, Sis.) She knew it was a guy thing.
Two weeks later--we're getting supplies for the ministry again--and yes, I did it again.
Now, before you tell me I need to quit dipping--I don't. This is merely a guy thing. There is a huge difference between men and guys. If you don't understand what I am talking about, you need to read Dave Barry's Guide to Guys. Women may not agree with it, but it will allow them to understand us. A perfect example Barry gives is of four men who er, had a touch too much to drink one evening. So for some fun, they decided to go off a ski ramp. At night. In a canoe. Yes, a canoe. All they got were a few scrapes.
I know. Sounds ludicrous, doesn't it? The women I tell that story shake their heads. The vast majority of the men widen their eyes and say, "Cool." ( I think I've given them an idea.") I then tell people the rest of what Barry wrote: "The moment they pushed off--They were guys." The women get ill, the vast majority of the men go "Yeah!," pumping their fist.
So . . . I'll continue to buy babies spit cups, slouch, have my Dew in the morning, put BBQ sauce on my scrambled eggs, think John Wayne's the best, and the Western is the only type film out there.
Sue me. It's a guy thing.
