…This was by accident. My wife's broken wrist (two weeks ago) has put me temporarily in charge of a lot of the household. She does just about everything, and like most moms I know, continued to gut it out, even with a cast on her hand and forearm. Well, finally I had to help with something more than putting stuff on the high shelves. Her hair-color touch up. Holy crap there are more instructions in a box of L'oreal than if I was building a dresser from Wal-Mart!

First of all, I had no idea my wife colored her hair, other than when she would come home from the salon with a hint of red, or something like that. But touching up greys was now my assignment. I've done less measuring selling recreational chemicals in college! Bottles of cream, vials of color, combs and rubber gloves---and a good hour later we are rinsing her hair in the sink, and trying to get the "extra" color off the floor and walls.

Michaels asked for my man-card, but thanks to the guys for coming to my rescue--a lot of them have pitched in in the same way, only to discover that they did so well it has become part of their duties…luckily I didn't do that well...