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Mine starts buying Xmas presents December 26, stashes them away... and hopes the kids don't find them for 364 days.
She also uses the right hand sink in the kitchen for garbage. Puts a sack in there and starts filling it up. Damn woman, the garbage can is right underneath that side of the sink! Oh, and the Chiefs are driving for a score at the half. Less than two minutes to go, and that's when he wants to talk about seating arrangements for Thanksgiving dinner. |
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My pet peeve...
I'm in the living room, next to the TV, with the volume UP. She's walking towards the bathroom (or any other room in the house), AWAY from me and says something in a normal speaking voice and then gets pissed when I can't hear what she said. She does it ALL THE TIME! :shake: |
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The other big thing is she likes to rearrange things in the kitchen, so that I can never find anything. Then she denies that she moved anything. It's either her or elves. :shake: Oh well, she looks so great in jeans, that I can put up with it. :thumb: |
HOly crap, I got a million of em, but I'll list the top ones...
She has a junk drawer and a junk box. Seriously, as a guy I guess I'm supposed to be down with that, but it is the dumbest pile of shit I've ever seen. And you can never clean it out, oh no. I'm always amazed at the amount of shit in there, yet when you need something it NEVER resides in the junk drawer. Famous quotes: "Once we paint our room this weekend I will be all done with the house..." LIAR!!!! "How about tomorrow, honey, I'm really tired tonight". You know the saying about how tomorrow never comes...well.... |
Do what I did -- delegate all Xmas shopping to the wife. Then this won't happen to you...
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:mad: (Thought that shit was supposed to be over with in High School...) |
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We? We? Who are you talkin' about? Don't you mean, ME! :cuss: |
I could honestly make alist that would crash the server, but i'll stick with the little things that I can't really bitch about without coming off as an anal jerk.
1. Putting my mail in a different spot every day. Having an office at home I get a ton of mail, some of which is pretty important. Well apparently she can't pick one spot to put my mail when she brings it inside. If I was gone for a week, I'd come home to seven different piles of mail. One in an obvious spot, two in the general vicinity of my desk, and the remaining four piles would be in completely obscure places that I'll only discover while in search of the fucking Lost Ark of the Covenant. 2. Improper use of refrigerator shelves. The shelves in a refrigerator are all set at different heights. The top shelf has about 12" of headroom, so it's perfect for milk, 2 liters of pop, etc. So why is it that every time I need to put a tall item on the top shelf, I have to move seventeen different 4" items that would have fit on any other shelf in the damn fridge. Is it that hard to figure out? The short stuff goes on the short shelves. Meanwhile, the lettuce is frozen because she keeps it the meat drawer, and the lunch meat spoils faster because it's in the crisper. |
My wife has not one, but two Master's degrees...
yet, can she friggin' figure out how to program the VCR, set the clock on the Microwave, hookup the Camcorder to the TV, or download pics to the computer? No. It's like if it involves ANYTHING electronic, it's interfering with her friggin' brain waves or some sh*t. :shake: |
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That is until she demanded we get Tivo so she could record Oprah every day. She picked Tivo up like she was a Linux hacker. I still don't understand the magical power Oprah has over women. |
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