What happened to men in my life?
When it comes to gender, I’m subjugated to followerhood of women. Here I am last week gone to Baton Rouge at daughter’s invitation to supper, but dragged mercilessly to shop as a prerequisite for the meal, the daughter aided and abetted by her mother (a.k.a. my wife).
Why do the dames stick together? Are they really the weaker sex?
I don’t think so, for they are so adept at getting their way.
Methinks me protest, or at least I would’st, for all the good it doeth.