They’re good for looking to see “what that noise was”, after the lights go off.
They have these funny dangly parts that…Well, never mind about that. Later maybe
-Doing the dishes
-Doing my laundry
-Doing every bit of my regular computer maintenance
-Figuring out tricky technical issues so I don’t have to
-Getting the kid up, down, to school, from school
-Monitoring levels of groceries, cat food, and basic supplies
-Replacing spark plugs or anything MORE complicated than putting oil in the car (I have to do that, somehow; he’s forgetful)
–Appreciating my cooking
–Appreciating any house-cleaning I happen to do
–Appreciating my working and supporting us
–Appreciating my astounding talents in bed
–and appreciating my stunning figure (even though I put on 30 pounds).
It’s not always a tough job, but he does it SO WELL.
My husband claims he’s here for lawn care and vehicle maintenance. OK, he does drive the riding mower, but he hates yard work and I do most of it. He also is oblivious to stuff like when his car needs an oil change - I track that.
On the other hand, he does the dishes, since I cook.
He’ll carry the dirty laundry to the basement.
He most definitely can open jars that I can’t.
And his very presence makes me feel safe and protected.
Plus he’s a grade-A, #1 hugger!
When you get one that kisses really well (not closed-mouthed, not wet and sloppy, not investigating your lungs w/ his tongue), they’re really good for being distracting!
Working two jobs.
Backrubs.
Footrubs.
Doing dishes.
Taking the garbage and recycling to the curb.
Planning out our schedule when we need to go somewhere.
Saying, in the most perfect sincere and appreciative tone, “Nice.” Makes me feel like the most creative and clever person on the planet.
Well, mine was good for introducing me to the SDMB!
Also, he’s excellent for bringing me coffee and my laptop in bed on a Saturday morning. Almost noon and here I am with one dog on the left and one to the right all snuggly and warm.
Other stuff: grocery shopping, doing dishes, yardwork, being a really great dad, fixing stuff, lifting heavy things, dealing with yucky stuff like dog barf, and of course the lovin’.
He’s the one who will go out in the dark of night to retrieve the teenager and the car which slid off of the road. Without complaining. In front of all the scary blue lights.
(With apologies to Nathan Detroit): If a doll does not have a guy, then who would she holler on?
Also who would kill the spiders, mow the lawn, change the oil in the cars and open the wine bottles. To say nothing of the sex. Personally, I couldn’t live without 'em.
I don’t have one around the house anymore, so the once awe-inspiring acts of jar opening and bug killing have fallen to me, and lost their charm. So, things that I will actively seek out men for:
moving heavy stuff
going to pubs to watch the game and drink beer because your chick friends are pansies and you don’t want to go alone
eat entire cheesecakes or pans of cookies that I felt the urge to bake but don’t want to eat
hooking up electronics
the sex, of course. the appliance in the nightstand isn’t big on cuddling afterwards
being able to scoot my little body right into their big arms for spooning. it’s like being wrapper in a super-hairy blanket!