Monday, November 21, 2005

What Year Is This?

I got a letter yesterday from my condominium association scheduling a meeting to discuss repairing the hurricane damage to the common areas of our townhouse community. My favorite sentence in the letter said that we would be meeting at Mr. Smith's house because Mr. Smith wanted to discuss repairing the fences in the neighborhood with the men.



You read that right. It didn't just say that the fences would be discussed. It said that Mr. Smith wanted to discuss the repair of the fences with the men. How quaint.

The strangest part of the letter, however, was my reaction to it. I've been a single independant woman for a long time. So, you would think that the chauvinistic tone of the letter would have ruffled my petticoat. Quite the contrary. I actually liked the sound of it. I think on fence repair day, I'll schedule a massage and a facial.

14 comments:

Lorna said...

You're so fluffy! I would have got out my scented notepaper and sent them such a snippy note.

Peter said...

Why get snippy, just let'em fix the fences while you have a shot of Tequila.

Mommy said...

You can come over to my house for coffee. Ward is taking Beaver and Whitey to a baseball game, and Wally will be out with Mary Ellen Rogers. We'll have the whole day to trade recipes. :)

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Laurie said...

Lorna - I am fluffy, aren't I? I like fluffy.

Peter - Tequila will go well with my facial and massage. I think I can work it into the schedule.

Jen - Perhaps we can schedule a Tupperware party or something for all of our girlfriends. Let's start a trend...Back to the 50's!

Ed said...

I agree with Lorna, I would have sent a snippy note along the lines of meeting with the women to discuss something.

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Anonymous said...

What's going to come out of the meeting is a request from "the men" for "the women" to prepare a lunch on fence day. Try to cook something from scratch and not settle for lesser food items like Subway, Willy Rays or any other pre-prepared meal. Wear aprons, and have your hair up.

Anonymous said...

What you really need to do is have on your a-line dress, apron and pearls, a la June Cleaver, and serve lemonade or iced tea to the men as they repair the fence. Some nice finger sandwiches would probably be a nice touch too!

Anonymous said...

While you're at it, serve Mr. Smith an a**hole sandwich!

Laurie said...

Ed - I'm a bad neighbor. I've lived here three years and I don't know anybody. A snippy note from me would get a big, "Huh?" from that group.

Lonesome George - Think they'd settle for a Shiner Bock and some chips and salsa?

Stephen - Can I get that @$$-hole sandwich at Schlotzky's? I have a coupon.

Myriam Maytorena said...

First, thanks for stopping by to see my blog.

My comment: remember Manual Labor begins with MAN... unless you are black and poor in New Olreans and than it means a Mexican Worker.

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Adam McLane said...

I'd say if the men of the association are going to do the work... good for them. It will likely be cheaper than having it done and it sounds like it will happen without you being involved. Sweet!

Laurie said...

Myriam - Any time I attempt manual labor, someone gets hurt...usually me. The men can have it.

PA - I'm with you. I will gladly make the cookies.

Laurie said...

Club Lint - I know. You would think it would have gotten under my skin but it actually feels sort of chivalrous. Fix my fence, dahlin'.

Laurie said...

Popeye - I think it falls under "protecting the women folk."

Rhonda - A good solution for any situation.