Milk & Manolos

One of the things that attracted me to the Husband was his left-handedness.  I had spent the majority of my childhood wishing I were cackhanded.  It was the special scissors they used to dish out to those more fortunate than I.  They had yellow handles and they rocked.

So when the Husband went to sign the bill at the end of our first date, I was in seventh heaven.  My becoming left-handed by proxy was difficult for us both.  He of course had coped pretty well for the 26 years he hadn’t known me, I on the other hand (no pun intended) had other ideas.

Within a month I had purchased a number of left-hand items I was sure would improve his life.  From can openers, to rulers, scissors to pencil sharpeners, each was met with utter indifference.  He was used to a right handed world and would I please cease and desist with the purchasing of useless twaddle, and by the way, no, he didn’t want to join the Left Handed Club I had found for him.

I of course obliged as any loving girlfriend would.  I still marvel at his left hand but now find more amusement in what the right can’t do. 

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