As long as I’m on the topic of things that men and women are likely to never see eye to eye on, I’d like to discuss “to do” lists for a moment. We men have our “to do” lists, most commonly stored in our heads, of the things that need to be done daily, weekly, monthly, and these lists are generally prioritized according to our own particular interpretation of that which is most pressing, or that which we simply wish to procrastinate a bit in accomplishing. Sometimes when faced with the choice on a beautiful summer evening of mucking out horse stalls or heading down to the docks to put a fresh coat of varnish on the boat woodwork, I will choose the more pleasurable of the two. Fully aware that at some point in the very near future the other less rewarding task will need to be done as well. The point being that as the list is mine, I am free to arrange the order in which the tasks are accomplished in any way I see fit as long as everything gets done in a timely manner.
Women also organize their own “to do” lists in this fashion I assume. Problems arise however when the items on her list somehow migrate onto my list in the form of “our list” which is always presented in written form and taped to the refrigerator door. “Our list” is consistently broken down into three sections. The items that I had chosen to tackle as high priorities on my list have been moved to the bottom of the list or eliminated entirely from our list. The tasks that I had determined to have the least priority on my list are now of mid-level importance on our list. Magically, and here is where my beef lies, the items that she had determined to be of such odious nature that they had been delegated to the furthest reaches of the bottom of her list, are now hi-lighted in bold ink at the top of “our” list which make no mistake is now to be considered my list. I believe I can speak for nearly all men when I state that I have never, ever, vaguely even considered constructing a “to do” list for anyone unless they were under the age of ten or in my employ and walking a fine line on whether on not they were soon to be formerly in my employ. If any of you women out there can say the same thing, I am ready willing and able to print this post, combine it between two pieces of seven grain with some fine crow meat and eat it enthusiastically in its entirety. In my experience, I am willing to bet I will go hungry.