Today I decided it was time to take down the Christmas tree. I methodically began taking off the ornaments -very gently so that nothing would break.
Along came my husband. He took a look at the tree. "Is that thing crooked?"
"Yeah, but it's okay," I said. "Everything is a little crooked around here."
"Why is it crooked?"
"I don't know. Maybe I put it up wrong."
He grabbed the tree and started shaking it. Ornaments tumbled on to the ground.
"Hey," I said. "You're going to break the ornaments!"
"Well, you were trying to get them off, weren't you?"
"Yeah, but not like that!"
I guess men have their own ways of doing things.