Why is it that men always think they know more than women? Whenever I mention to H3 that some object may not be working well, he always replies “works for me.”

In fact we have had this exchange so many times that I would bet everything I own that this will be his response. It’s almost like a game. Each time I try a different approach to see if it will affect the outcome. I swear he does not even take the time to check it out. In fact I could say, “I don’t think this tampon is working and I know he will respond “works for me.”

For the past three years (or more) I have mentioned that my car makes loud creaking noises every time I hit a bump. It sounded like a carriage buggy going over railroad tracks.

H3 gave me this lame excuse about the shocks making that sound when they are cold…yada, yada, yada. I also complained about the ride being bumpy, the wheel shaking at higher speeds and the fact that the car would drag every time I backed out of the drive or went over a bump.

The last complaint brought the response that Camrys sit lower to the ground so the dragging was normal. I suspected that he was just blowing me off but since cars were his specialty I ignored my gut feeling.

For the past six months we have been sharing the Camry since he is no longer in the car business (No more new Demos perks) and we live in a town were you can walk to everything. About three months ago H3 said “we probably need to replace the struts.” When I responded that I thought there had been a problem he assured me that this was new.

To make a long story short our strut problem ended up being a major repair (seems this has went on so long that the mounts were busted too) and it took a big chunk out of our Christmas funds.

H3 was so excited when he brought the car to me. He said “it doesn’t drag or make any noise now. It drives like a different car.” I guess he thought this would make me happy.

WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!

I drove the damn thing for more than three years like that because it “worked for him.” On the way home I called Twinkie. I said “Do you remember how my car bottom dragged over every bump we crossed?” She started to giggle and said “yessss.”

Then I said “and do you remember how Mark always said that was normal.” No other words were needed. Twinkie was already in full laughter. She knew the rest of the story without me even saying another word.

WHY DO MEN DO THAT!!!!!