Guilt Trip for Greg

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A couple of days into Greg's trip to Ukraine, there were guys all over the house. My own two boys, running around playing; a friend, mowing the lawn; and a friend of the boys, whom I found digging. His plan was to extend the nearby creek into our backyard. I stopped him.

Last night I saw that my left headlight was burnt out, yet another reminder of the need for my man in the house:



Shortly after this video was taken, I had the idea to open the instruction manual. It was determined that pliers are not actually needed for changing bulbs. I followed directions, and yet:




Got my hands into the greasiness again. Was getting late for work. Cursing Greg. But then this:


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  1. Greg ScheerOctober 6, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    Just for the record, I don't feel bad at all. In fact, this is absolutely sexist. Who made the law that it's the man's job to change lightbulbs in the car? Do I make videos of myself doing the dishes? No, I don't. I see right through you, young lady, and your guilt trip has FAILED.

    But I still miss you...

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  2. Amy PhillipsOctober 6, 2011 at 8:44 PM

    Your mama can change the bulbs. Actually, I mean that; she probably could, and better than me. She's pretty handy.

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  3. Lisa Creech BledsoeOctober 7, 2011 at 3:14 PM

    Y'all funny. Amy, you got nice arms, too! And WTH, is it summer up there? Freakin' winter down here... Grumble grumble.

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  4. Amy PhillipsOctober 7, 2011 at 7:27 PM

    It's been in the high 70s. And we had been wearing winter coats last week.

    I own serious teenage boy arms. Another fun thing about boxing: suddenly I'm seeing lots of women with the exact same body type. It's like the one muppet movie where Gonzo finds his species.

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  5. Amy PhillipsOctober 7, 2011 at 7:28 PM

    And who votes for videos of Greg doing dishes?

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  6. Holyoke HomeOctober 10, 2011 at 7:32 PM

    I love it: "Me self sufficient."

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  7. Amy PhillipsOctober 10, 2011 at 9:19 PM

    Let's just say the self-sufficiency wore off after TWO WEEKS. I was losing it yesterday. The kids have clean underwear and are fed, which is about all I have going for parenting skills right about now (he returns home tomorrow).

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