We got a hot tub.

Actually, that’s not what I wanted to say.

I wanted to say we got a whirlpool. But the Sheriff asked me to call it a hot tub.

‘A whirlpool’, he says, ‘is that thing in the kitchen that does the dishes.’

Oh, he’s a funny one.

The truth is ‘hot tub’ sounds ‘sexier’. So, I guess I better call it a hot tub.

Anyway, we got one. I bought it on Craigslist.

Problem was, we had to pick it up and bring it home ourselves.

750 pounds — and, no, I’m not exaggerating.


I knew I needed help so I posted an ad (again, Craigslist) for strong men looking to make a quick buck. (I did not phrase it like that though.) I didn’t even know if I would get a response, but I tried.

They came. They helped. Along with two neighbors and their dollies. I meant to take picture but I got distracted by the whole production of it.

And now we have a whirlpool hottub — but in order to get it –

we needed to ask for help.


Ask for it.

I think it’s something women do more readily than men and that’s one thing men like about women. They are willing to ask for help so the men don’t have to. (Here’s some funny research.)

I ask for help a lot. Probably every day. Personally and professionally. But I don’t think most people are comfortable asking for help. And it holds them back.


Everybody needs help. Some people need help asking for help.

Let me help you.

Ask me to help you with something. Anything. And let’s see how that goes.


Ask me.

You can comment below or contact me directly.

If you don’t really need any help right now – please pass this along to someone else who might. See?? I’m asking you to help me.

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