or when it’s thundering – even in the distance, Woody tries to crawl under the bed. Our bed is too low for him to get his butt under so he wakes me up.
But that’s not the point of this post.
When I went to turn on the lamp using the switch by the light bulb it was on the wrong side. So I’m fumbling around looking for the dang switch in the dark. Finally found it with my left hand.
That’s the point. Any of you guys living with a left handed spouse?
Now don’t get me wrong. I know it’s tough to be left handed in a right handed world, but some sympathy has to go to us guys that have to look for the silverware drawer on the WRONG side of the sink.
The day I caught the FW opening a can of tuna with a hand crank can opener from the side of the can rather then the top really made me scratch my head. Maybe that’s more of a blond thing then a lefty thing(?)
Anyone else out there suffering with me?