This had me laughing when my hubby asked me to edit his resume the other day.
It brought me to a time when his instructor assigned an essay. He came up to me and asked, "Hey can you read this and tell me how I can make it better?"
Oooh! I'm a writer. Editer. Critiquer. I can do it! This lands in my expertise!
Well, after I marked it up and handed him his neatly bleeding paper, he . . . guess what?
He hit the roof! He got mad at me and we got into a fight.
He complained with how picky I was. I told him that run-on sentences and misspelled words and the way the content was set up needed tons of work.
Now he is wary every time he asks for help.
How does having a writer work at your house?
(photo found here)
Friday guest was David West! :D