I Am Woman, Hear Me Rawwwrrr!

The Ladies Take The Lead...

Several weeks ago, Aunt Cheryl asked me if I ever wrote about her on my blog.

"Nope," I said, "I wasn't sure how you would feel about it."

"I don't care if you do. You can write whatever you want about me."

When I posted last week about the manly gun shop (Don't Mind Us, We're Just Stupid Girls), I let her know that she made an appearance in my blog.

"I want to read it," she said.

Normally, Aunt Cheryl finds it amusing that the macho attitude pisses me off. After dealing with it for 20 years, she's developed a thick skin, and can't understand why I care. She read my story yesterday, and laughed at all the right parts.

"Print me a copy of this," she said. "I want to show it to your Uncle Bill."

Reading the story seemed to open her eyes to the inequality, and she was revved up to prove that we were superior.

"Didn't we get the rail for that Marlin in today," she asked.

"Yes, we did. Carl already mounted the sight," I said.

"Good, I'm going to teach you to bore sight a rifle. Then, when the customer comes to pick his rifle up, you can say, 'Hey Carl, did you bore sight that rifle? I didn't think you did, so i went ahead and did it myself'". She giggled at her own cleverness, and proceeded with the sighting lesson.

I love Aunt Cheryl.