On the way home tonight I stopped by HomeDepot and "GOT ME A BOARD."

It wuz a purty board an I wuz gunna do some uv that wood cuttin stuff ol' Normy does on PBS.
Then, out of the blue, my wife yells down to my shop; "honey could you come here and do a favor for me?" Being the dutiful husband I like to think that I am, I answered; "absolutely!"

She then advised me the project would take 5 to 10 minutes. This didn't shake my resolve in the least and I said; "that's alright."
When I reached the living room, where my pregnant wife was reclining, she asked (with big eyelashes batting over her big green eyes); "would you please paint my toenails?" Without skipping a beat I answered; "huh?!?"
For those of you who are unaware, there comes a point during pregnancy when women can no longer reach their feet.
At this point I realized all was not a total loss an told her; "I would be happy to paint your toenails."

However, my wife, who obviously knows me too well, said; "You can't play around. No drawing pictures on my toes. And you must stay on the toenail." Now all was a total loss.
So I painted her nails to the best of my ability, which is somewhere near median grade school quality.
Well, at least I still had my board. But as I headed back to my shop, with my tattered manly dignity barely intact, she said; "could you do one more favor before you go downstairs?"

At this point I made a rookie move and turned to look at her as I answered. And there she was, still reclined, looking pregnant and helpless, with eyelashes batting. At this point I took my dignity firmly in hand and told her exactly what she could do with her requests. "Sure." I answered.
"Would you please put lavender lotion and rose scented talcum powder on my feet?" she asked.

So I did as she requested and prepared her feet, as close to her specifications as I am capable, for her night out at a baby shower.
BTW, guys did you know that applying talcum powder, before lotion is dry, produces a paste that is not easily removed? I didn't. Do now!
To make a long story short, my manly dignity is no longer in tact and I am about ready to bequeath my shop tools and machinery to someone more worthy.
My humiliation runs deep!
[This message has been edited by onthepequod (edited 05-09-2001).]