Aprons or fishing poles etc.

In the past century, when I was growing up, the males were in their category and we females were in ours.  For whatever reason, I fell into the fishing pole one.  I am SO grateful!  Before I was a teenager, I walked through corn fields with the 'men' hunters carrying a loaded rifle.  Alright.  The safety was on.  I wandered through and visited with the mechanics at my dad's dealership on a regular basis.  So as a result, I more or less prefer talking to men.  Sitting around talking to (yawn) sorry, women,  doesn't always  (memories hang on) cut it for me.  So to all you women out there who might think I'm cuddling up to your husband, think again, I'm not, for real.  And yes to you doubting Thomases,  I can cook.  My children's most favorite supper (dinner)  came on one of the hottest evenings of the year.  They still remember.  I served Tin Roof Sundaes.  Seemed reasonable to me.  And if you're not sure about Tin Roof, look it up.................marge