A confession

While I am no Special Operations warrior, and can barely stay in a saddle, let alone rope and ride like a cowboy, and am far to uncoordinated to be a steel worker, I feel confident that no one can seriously accuse me of being a girly man.

So it is with some embarrassment I say this:

Yes, dear, you were right, I should have let you talk me into buying the much more powerful pressure washer, even if it did cost more than I wanted to spend.