Wearing heels. Tried it again in a shoe store the other day, and not only do heels just feel weird, I do not possess the agility required to wear them on any but the flattest, smoothest floors.
Sometimes I hate being female.
I buy gas, and have all my mechanical works done at the same place. You know why? Free air, that’s why! And the air pump has a built in flip over head with a standard type tire gage!
Yeah, Okay, in fact they do good work, and do it when they say they will. But the free air thing hammers it. I am just not fast enough anymore to fill four tires and check the pressure in the time my money buys me on those pay air pumps.
Tris
Yeah, I remember watching a live-in girlfriend learn how to move around in her new heels. It was one of those times where I was really glad to be a man.
VWife talks wallpaper, and I tell her that I’ll be in a bar about 50 miles away when she does it…
I remember watching 'im indoors the first time he wore a pair of heels that he’d bought for his Rocky Horror Show outfit. I just hope I was never really that bad…
Curling my hair.
Anyone who mentions anything remotely related to it will die swiftly and horribly.
Two words: Rice cooker. The best appliance ever invented, bar none.
I have the opposite problem…somewhere in my childhood I developed a weird habit where I would walk on my toes all the time. My parents never could get me to break the habit, and I think I’ve rather messed up my feet. If I have them up, my husband makes fun of me, because in their relaxed state, they look precisely like Barbie feet. I’m most comfortable in shoes with at least a 2-inch heel or certain athletic shoes. If I wear anything with a flat sole and I have to do any substantial walking, my calves will hurt very badly. Also, I feel clumsy and disconcerted (and short). However, I can run like a gazelle while wearing 4-inch heels.
My cat is a big, muscular, grouchy tabby, who has either lynx or bobcat blood. She has tufts on her ears, she’s huge, and she has large feet. I used to dread trimming her claws (which are at least eighteen inches long, razor sharp, and curved like scimitars,) until I figured out a trick.
I’ll turn her over on her back (which she hates,) and when she starts growling, I’ll gently bop her on the end of the nose with the tip of my finger. This completely throws her for a loop. She pulls her head back, blinks rapidly, sucks in her breath, and (most importantly) automatically hyperextends both her forelegs and flexes her claws. I jump on the opportunity.
It’s as if I slapped her with a wet fish. (clip) She can hardly believe I’d dare to do such a thing. (clip) The effrontery! (clip) Hey, what’s he trying to do ?! (clip) Why, I ought to tear his liver out! (clip whew)
BOP
Whaaaaaaat?! (clip) Just what does he think he’s doing?! (clip)…
You get the idea. By the time I let her down, she’s thoroughly disheveled and put out, but at least I’m not bleeding profusely. She usually forgives me…eventually.
Re-grouting ceramic tiles. I replace the tub in my bathroom and the three walls surrounding it with new tiles. Hanging tile was easy, new grout was a piece of cake. Now all the old grout in the rest of the room looked like crap.
Scraping the old grout out is a week of evenings of my life I want back.
**The Merchandise: ** Why are you trimming your cat’s claws every 2 weeks? Buy a scratcher (or make one) made with sisal rope wrapped around & around, rub it with catnip, and those claws will mostly trim themselves. Really. I do my guys maybe once every two or three months. And that hint about laying them on their backs is right on. I’ll have to try adding the nose tap (if I can get Rocky to stop biting me long enough to do so…)
Maximum tire pressure is on the tires. Recommended tire pressure is ALWAYS on a sticker on the driver side door jamb.
I’m awful at cutting wood. Give me a table saw, with a fence installed and something to cut, and it’ll be crooked. I think I can even manage to cut crooked on a radial arm saw.
For a given value of always. On my car, it’s on a sticker on the fuel filler door.
ETA: I’m glad I looked for it, last time I topped off my tires, because it turns out the recommended pressure is different for front and back tires.
If you are referring to cutting boards to length with a compound miter saw, I am coming to the realization that they are not precision tools. My next shop project is a shooting board
If you are referring to a table saw, then you just need to spend more money and get a higher quality fence or a better fence and saw. Maybe your blades are too dull, too. Or, like me, maybe you just suck at cutting wood 
Ladies, I’m a straight guy who has had occasion to wear nail polish about four times in his life (costumes, etc.) I can tell you right now: it is easy as hell. All my girl friends are angry that I can do it with no trouble–I just don’t see the difficulty. Brush goes in the bottle, paint goes on the nails.
Naner naner naner.