There are some things in life you know are not in your wheelhouse.
I can’t dive.
At the end of the tip-toe down the ladder or along the sand/rocks, I’m not the best swimmer.
I much prefer the long-necked lighter over matches to ignite a grill.
Dear wife Karen, it’s time for the new car registration to go on again.
Yes, my new, two-year New York state sticker came in the mail the other day. The portion that does not go in my wallet must be affixed to the windshield of my Chevy Cruze by April.
How do you separate the sticky side from the throwaway?
What’s that tearing sound?
Where’s the Scotch tape?
Who invented these things, anyway?
That’s what went on in my life before Karen took over the procedure for me.
What do you know you always have trouble accomplishing properly? What do you avoid it altogether, and who and how do you get them to do it for you? Can you come up with a better registration sticker, and if so, what’s your suggestion?