The First Step Is Admitting There Is A Problem

In most stereotypical man vs woman rules in my household, the job is reversed. And by reversed, I mean I just do it. It's not like I re run lamp wires while Mr.T does the dusting. I mean, he just doesn't do the things in which he can become electrocuted, caught on fire or get his hands dirty. Which is fine by my typeAcontrollingslightlyOCD ways. It does, however, make gift giving difficult for Mr.T.

I grill, there he has no need for a new gas line to be run outside, an outdoor kitchen suspended from the second level of our home or the multiple 7 foot tall gas powered portable heaters.

I make the fires in the fireplace, so he could do without the Hearthside Platinum edition of fire pokers.

I don't do garbage, though.

I may work wonders of pyrotechnics and flame throwers, but I am a technology waste land.

Electronics have no chance with me. Have I not told you about the laptop that is hingeless and the keyboard routinely pops off? Have you never heard the tale about the girl in North Jersey who runs Verizon ragged replacing her phones. Because, you do know that I have had 6 cell phones in the last year, right? I have an arsenal of dead Ipods, slingboxes* that can't be rerun, the portable phones in my homes don't usually see their life expectancy of 2-5 years.

I can't control the phone envy any longer.

I am Traci, and I am a cell phone junkie.

The latest newest, I salivate over. My phones die within the year anyhow, so it works to my advantage. I can't stop the greed. I must have something new. Something better than yours. I wish it wasn't this way.

But, then again it makes gift giving to me, that much easier.