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I Am a Weenie

I’m a weenie. It’s true. Sure, I can charge into a brick wall (i.e. Tongan) and take him down in a rugby match, but if there’s a wasp in my kitchen, I am unable to maneuver a plastic cup to its position on a  wall, enclose it in, and deliver it from our home. My wife can, but I, as we have already discussed, am a weenie. It’s not that I’m afraid of getting stabbed by…

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