So I'm talking to a couple of people I know, and one of them mentions how she was recently pulled over because her taillight was out. The other person shakes his head.

"See, that's why I always check all of my lights at least once a week," he says.

I, of course, laugh, because the idea sounds completely insane to my ears. Then I realize that he's serious.

Two things come to mind: 1) I can't even imagine what could possibly motivate me to check all of my lights once a week. 2) If you check all of your lights once a week, I wonder how many other things you check/do once a week, or every day, or every full moon when the wind is from the east.

How many chores and jobs does a person need in their day? Check my taillights to see if they're out? Bah! That is the County Sheriff's job, not mine.

Over Christmas, I started thinking about how many men truly enjoy receiving tools as gifts. This baffles me. To me, there is no difference between giving a power saw as a gift and giving a Swiffer or a new box of laundry detergent. Oh, sure, I'm happy to have a socket set on hand when I need it. But as a gift? Why not just give me a snow shovel and a bag of salt? Or better yet, hand me a can of whitewash and point me toward the fence.