Tom in Iraq as a Military Observer

Tom in Iraq as a Military Observer
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Friday, September 12, 2014

The end of the Man Cold

I think men have taken about enough of this so called “Man Cold” abuse.

When we are sick, we are sick.  How about you girls give us a break?

If there is a sound in the middle of the night, who has to grab the baseball bat and go investigate?  

Who has to try to get back to sleep after saying, “I thought you weren’t going to dry your exercise shoes in the dryer anymore.”

If the kid selling candy for his band uniform, space camp, or book of the month club gives you that sweet smile, who ends up pulling $20 out of their wallet?

If you finally settle into a Sunday afternoon nap and a scruffy looking man is knocking on the door, who is awakened abruptly to answer the knock?

Do you want to know if your man is really sick?

Tell him that two of his buddies are at the door with their fishing gear.  If he doesn't get up to check this out, he is sick.

Take care of him instead of making fun of him.

Otherwise, when your car breaks down in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere in the middle of winter and you call your husband to tell him, he might reply:  “Oh how cute.  You have a car cold.”

I think that any woman using the term “Man Cold” should be shot at dawn, but in a genuine act of mercy I would agree to reduce the sentence to daily floggings.