Tank and I went to the grocery store to pick up some food so he could cook me dinner (aww, isn't he sweeeeet?!). I will admit to everyone and their mother, I CANNOT cook. I burn water. (Seriously, I have.) Tank, on the other hand, can cook anything perfectly. (I'm very unwifey because I even screw up laundry. But that's besides the point.) Anyways, he gets all his things that he needs to make me a 5 star meal and we go up to pay. Cashier is a older woman.
She says, "Oh it looks like you are making your hubby a wonderful meal tonight!"
Me: "Um...I can't cook. He's making it."
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my boyfriend is now gay because he can do something "only woman can do." Pfft. I gave her a stoney stare while Tank paid and walked out in a huff. (Tank didn't hear it because he was unloading the cart and doesn't pay attention to "girly talk." ) He laughed about it when I told him about it...says I was angry enough for two people.
Tank wanted to buy a new car, so we went car shopping. Tank has two modes of transportation as is....a motorcycle and a truck. However, I refuse to even go near the motorcycle and the trucks door handle comes up my eyeballs. He doesn't mind lifting me up into the truck, but it's not very praticial with a skirt or children. Usually we take my car, but Tank's like no....I need car for you and kids...I drive! All macho like.
Another little note: Tank's driving scares the ever living snot out of me. He's been in a few car crashes (most not his fault, but whateves) and has many speeding tickets. He has gotten better though if I am in the car...he drives more sanely. (Burying my face in my hands while he drives probably annoyed him.) I, on the other hand, drive like a freaking grandma. I have only been in 1 car crash, which was not my fault at all (was sideswiped) and after my second speeding ticket and spending time in driving school while pregnant, I drive the speed limit (most of the time.)
So we went to look at cars. Not really sure why I had to be there...guess he wanted to make sure he didn't get an unacceptable car. (Like I really care...if it's a car, has 4 doors, and driveable, I'm all for it.) Well, first Tank starts looking at cars with no backseats. In which I said, "Tankie dear, where do you plan to put the kiddos? On the roof?" Car guy huffed and said, "Well, looks like your old lady isn't going to let you have some fun." Cue Karebear death stare. Least he had the guts to say sorry about that comment.
So, we look at some 4 door cars with backseats. For some reason, he was going to have me test drive it, guess he didn't want to crash a car that wasn't his or something. He tried the seat first to make sure he fit and could actually move his legs and such (he's a tall guy, makes sense) and then hopped into the back to let me test drive it. Well, the car was stick shift. I know how to drive stick.
Car guy, "Girls can't drive stick!"
Me: "Um....some can...just like some guys can and cannot...."
Car guy: "No! Girls DO NOT DRIVE STICK."
We didn't even bother to test drive it and left the dealership. In the end we went to a different dealership with a MUCH nicer car guy. Tank ended up getting a car like mine, matching in every way expect the color. He says it's cause we both know how to drive that car. I say it's because he's silly and likes to match me sometimes. (I wear blue he wears blue, I wear red he wears red. I wear pink...he wears a lighter shade of red lol.) But he's happy now because he doesn't have to drive my car (it has girlishness all over it from the license plate to the steering wheel.