And believe me, his job really stinks! Literally and figuratively.
Then again, I've alway had a thing for men that can actually do something. Make something. I come from a family of brainiacs who rarely actually make anything, if you don't count money. I could probably be counted in this category if not for my paintings, and the fact that I defnitely don't make much money.
Then there's my husband..
This guy can make and do anything. We never have to call the plumber, mechanic, electrician, painter, landscaper, tile layer, cook (yes, I definitely said cook). I think my eternal attraction to him must stem from some hidden away Neanderthal gene tucked away in my DNA. You know, when it was the MAN who had to go out and kill the mammoth for supper and defend the family from marauding sabertooth tigers.
My husband's favorite film is Jeremiah Johnson! That's him up there with the BIG GUN!
I sometimes wonder what all of this makes me...
Could it be that at the primal heart of every hot-blooded woman, there's a reason for that strange, unnerving, throbbing attraction for construction workers, plumbers and tar spayers?
Maybe all we really want is to get back to our roots... into the beefy arms (or comfortable cave) of this guy: