A "Guy's" Guy

Last Sunday we grilled out at a co-worker's house. Yesterday I went to happy hour on the plaza with some of the same co-workers.

Who knows what we were talking about last night, but one of them suddenly said, "I really like Steve. He's a guy's guy." The other girls chimed in that they agreed and their husbands all thought Steve was a cool guy.

It's nice to know that a man can do all of the cooking, drive a huge car that is like his in-laws, go to estate sales, etc. and wait on his wife hand-and-foot and still be considered a guy's guy. Because while his quality of life may improve if he stopped doing these things, mine sure wouldn't!