...put too much mustard on my sammiches!

If she shows me another cat video on Facebook and says "Here this one's funny". :rolleyes:

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Me, "Where do you want to go to dinner?"
Her, "Oh I don't care, you pick"
Me, "Ok, XYZ it is then"
Her, "No I don't want to go there."

:mad:

I saw a cool idea online. Get a bunch of popsicle sticks and write all the local favorite restaurants on each on.

Place in cup, when no one can decide, pick one from cup.

I have been toying with opening a place named " I don't care".

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Got a talking Garmin GPS for the RV...

i am smirking and laughing too hard and my wife across the rooms keeps saying "what what, what is so funny.?"


WHY DOES IT TAKE A WOMAN OVER A MINUTE TO LEAVE A CAR ONCE PARKED.


GUYS ARE LIKE , IGNITION OFF, AND WE'RE GONE IN 8 SECONDS MAX.

My wife does not do the rambling explanation routine. She tends to get to the point. Maybe she is using techniques on me she learned from 33 years of teaching elementary school.
We have a dear friend however who is the mistress of the rambling story. We have been friends for over four decades and I love her dearly, but at times one has to make guess as to where the story is headed and make the leap. Her husband is a man of amazing patience. Then too he is a bit deaf.:D

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Les

My wife does same thing, likes to eat it cold, gets upset if I put a cover on it.

Tells me how good it is, but she does not want to overeat.

Then eats less than half on her plate, an hour or two later is eating a bowl of Cheerios or other garbage food.

You must treat her like a six year old child by making a game of it, as she's playing a game with you.

Just get her in the car and tell her you want to surprise her.

Drive to where you want to eat. She can guess where you are going, that's the fun part of the game (for her) and gives her something to do.

She can stay in the car while you eat - or come inside with you, her choice - always her choice. ;)

Let's face it, she wants you to be the man and take control but will be upset if you do so and don't consider her feelings. You just need her distracted long enough to get the task done, train her like you would a puppy.

Remember the old adage, you can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink.

OT: we had a restaurant here named "At Last."
That one I don't get. :?: Ain't that the truth!

I was going to add, why is she always late? Come on guys, I didn't see that one. My wife will be late for her own funeral.

Why does she claim that she said something, when I didn't hear anything ?

Is she mistaking her thoughts for spoken words, or am I supposed to decipher her "look" ?

"I was going to add, why is she always late? Come on guys, I didn't see that one. My wife will be late for her own funeral. "


At my Father In Law's funeral, it was no surprise his eldest daughter was late. We waited (as did everyone in the church) for almost fifteen minutes before she plodded in to join the family. Before she arrived, I growled, "Helen will be late for her own funeral!" One of the funeral director staff responded, "Give her to us. She'll be on time." I was tempted to take him up on that right then and there.:mad:
Of the three daughters, I got the one who knows what a clock is for.

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Les

My wife does that, I refer to those things as "cleaned into oblivion"

They will show up some day;)

I call it a cleaning frenzy, much like a shark on a feeding frenzy, eyes roll back in head while anything out gets "put away" someplace that you need to figure out on your own.

My wife doesn't do that, but my mom did that growing up. Every few months, she'd completely rearrange my room when I was at school. She'd take things out of my nightstand and put them in my closet, she'd take things out my closet and put them in my desk, she'd take things out of my desk and put them in my night stand. She'd decide I didn't use something anymore and put it in a box in the basement. I was perpetually unable to find anything. In high school, I left my wallet on my night stand and forgot to take it to school one day. She rearranged my room that day I didn't see that wallet again until my mom gave me a box of my stuff she'd run across 15 years later (all of the cash had been removed).

BTDT. I've gone so far as to pick the place and be pulling into the parking lot when she finally said "I don't want to go here, I'd rather go to ______"

That used to be the case. We'd get someplace and once I had the motor off, she'd start coming her hair, getting her stuff together, etc.... I once said "why don't you start doing that before we get there?" I know that makes sense, but I probably shouldn't have said it.

At some point things changed. Now she's out of the car in a flash. I can't explain it.

She is smarter than I am but why does she do her thinking out loud? Not interested in how you get to your thought, just the final thought. Also not interested in the life stories of people I never have or ever will meet.

Ms Rocket is always a running commentary of what she’s doing and what she’s thinking about.

I used to enjoy the conversation, but it’s gotten old.

All I want to do is read when I’m relaxing.

NOW, GET OFF MY LAWN!

I thought that was why old guys got hearing aids....so that they could turn them off.

Today was my birthday. She bought me a pack of rechargeable AA batteries and a book by an author I have never heard of. :)

Thinking about it, she has never gotten me a Christmas or birthday present that I thought was special in the 11 years we have been together. But she expects diamonds.

Hmmm. Time to rethink this relationship.

This is the BEST thread EVER!!

BTW, how do I "Quote All"...

Just wait until Angela starts a

The "WHY DOES HE" thread!

It will consist of three posters and be eleventy pages long....all TRUE ;)

Because you are a fool?

Didja ever think that they are not so dumb but are trying to fk with your heads?

So she treats you like an 8 year old?

It is all a test to see how much bs you will take to get some. To see how much you love them. Now it takes being a black lesbian woman today to figure this out.

Certainly not!

Since she spent 25 of those years teaching grade 6, she treats me like a hormonal 12 year old.:D

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Les

That would have been my first wife! Neither the present wife nor I wear any kind of rings or bracelets.

With the maturity of an 8 year old..what else can explain this obsession with Porsches.

Except for the metaphorical one through your nose?

I have really, really bad eyesight.

This is one of the best things about moving out and living alone.

If I forget where I placed something I only have to retrace where I might have set it down.

If someone else moves it, game over.

If someone tells me an item is there, and I think I already looked, I go look there again.

I relate to this.

For me, my single largest grain of contention with females; I know why they do it. "What are you thinking?" - this single question is like a retro rocket firing non stop in error resulting in improper re-entry angle and a burnt to crisp payload. I'll have a vague idea that what I was thinking was either important or unimportant, but not much beyond that.

Let me guess. You live alone....:confused:

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I suspect she has made some progress with me. MR2, Miata, and Porsches are now in the past. The closest thing to a toy now is the Mercedes C 4 Matic. Colour me staid.

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Les

Throw out an entire tube of toothpaste because the stuff in the end dried up from not closing the top properly?

20 Years of marriage and when we leave the house together, she will invariably have to go back inside at least once more before leaving home. It used to drive me insane sitting in the hot Houston sun waiting for her to reappear. Now, I wait with keys in hand until she walks out the door, wait 30 seconds and then head out. Its now a 50/50 whether she comes back inside. Baby steps.

if I didn't walk out the door first i'm convinced we wouldn't ever leave.