I am so NOT fixing his plate. I do Pop's when we have family dinners. DH has done it once, and Pop did not like the way DH did it. ROFL. DH put too much on the plate!
I was raised in the country but no pets nor farm animals etc - my dad grew up on a farm and did not want to continue that - so I did not even learn the meaning of work until I was 16 - I got picked on at my first job (McDs) because I had NO clue how to use a mop. I liked everyone I worked with and they really got a kick out of calling me spoiled. I had the nickname Sweets because of me being spoiled. LOL! I grew up with wall to wall carpeting - and tile bathroom floors (yes in the 70s-80s!). At one time my grandmother had a house with linoleum in the kitchen and baths but I never mopped them.
I don't cut grass. I giggle too much on the lawnmower - and I am allergic to the grass.
I am spoiled - some, but I was this way when DH found me, so he says
Gosh, I've been cutting grass since I was 10 years old (and cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, stacking wood etc.). I've had a "real" job since I was 15 but I worked on my lunch break in school at 13 years old. I like the sound of that being spoiled thing. How do I get that?
Ummmm Joy.... my grandmother and mom honestly did it. I tried to cut grass once when I was younger...til I got too close to the power guide wires and knocked gas tank off. Scared my dad. he got one of those fancy lawnmowers now ( like big landscape companies use - and golf courses) and I asked to drive it........LMAO he told me NO NO NO right quick. Not to even sit on it LMAO. I was 16-17 my first real job was bilo - cashier. only thing I had to clean was my register area. then I went to McDs and learned to mop.
I had chores to do. Lord. You know, fold towels, vaccum sometimes, make my bed, clean my room, dust sometimes, empty trashcans (this was my sister's job - she would have to get the small trash cans from bathrooms and if any in my or her bedroom and empty into compactor in the kitchen) And after supper, whatever dishes did not fit in dishwasher or whatever my mom did not put in there for whatever reason, mom washed them and I dried them immediately and put them away. When I did not go hide in the bathroom so my sister had to do it.
My grandmother taught me how to be what she wanted me to be ... a snobby lady that hosted lunches and stuff for church ladies and such crap. But that cook my own food for it! She wanted me to not have to work. She is probably rolling over in her grave over these chickens. My grandmother was a professional cook - she did not teach her kids how to be snobby but did me :) She taught me how to be what she wanted for me. It was not a basket of daisies the years I lived with her, either.
ETA: I was NOT snobby - not in school either....I was not even a prep. 
And that is something I cannot help sometimes - thanks to genes!
