We have a couple of ladies come to clean our house every two weeks. Just the tedious stuff, mop floors, vacuum, and dust everything. Before they arrive, the Mrs. collects all the trash in trash cans in the house and brings them to the kitchen trash can, and makes me empty it "so the cleaning ladies don't have to" WTF???

They are paid to do that stuff, but I have to do it for them.

I fully understand straightening up my office desk and putting stuff up so they can clean the desktop, and vacuum in here, that makes sense. But empty the trash? what next clean the toilet so they don't have to?

Daughter, Mom and GF in a car.....GPS is running. Four different directions given to get the the hospital

STFU, th English gal on the GPS gets the nod.

3 outta 4 got pissy. We got there on time.....screw 'em.

Maybe that'll be the next hot thing. We can still call them hearing aids, but instead of amplifying sounds, they are actually super duper noise cancelling. So when you turn it up, you hear less and less of what's going on around you.

My wife is the poster girl for "don't text and drive!!!"

I get off work at 5:00, by 5:15 I am on the freeway and get home around 6:00.

Guess when she texts me?

5:01
5:04
5:12
5:15
5:20
5:23
5:28
5:35
5:39
5:40
5:41
5:50
6:01

Oh wait that's my life

It used to be "nothing" but they never believe that, so the solution is to tell them what you're actually thinking.

"I was looking at that _____ that we just passed and wondering if it will _____ or if it has enough power to _____."

"I was thinking about the _____ and wondering if I _____ the _____ if the _____ would then be able to ______."

"I was thinking about pizza/donuts/Chinese food."

She's waiting for you to switch it out.

This solves the paper in or out mystery :D

Why does she buy that?

Recently she was getting ready to go grocery shopping, something she enjoys and doesn't like me to do.
She asked if I wanted anything special, I mentioned that I had a hankering for a chicken pot pie to put in my lunch for work.

She brought home …………………………………… chicken pot pie hot pockets.
Hot pockets? OK maybe the pepperoni pizza ones or ham and cheese ones, but CPP?
Just the thought of trying one scares me.

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LOL fluuuush pocketttttt.

Eight years ex-wife. Told her I was paying to get my apartment organized and "warm" looking by a lady I knew.

Sent her a pic of the master bedroom all spiffed up.

"Are you sleeping with her?"

Well, are you? Ronnie was asking too.

Kinda working on it. Lady is nice to me and oh, so doable.

She has five older kids though and she is super mom/grandma. Priorities.

I like it, though. I like it a lot.

If the time comes, I will hit it like Dale hit the wall.

Have you thought this out Bob?

.....not sure it's worth dying for...'cause we don't have pics....but it's yer call man ;)

Maybe you need to wear a HANS device with her !

Good lord. Reading this makes me so glad I'm single.

real question is why have any but absolutely necessary communication with an ex??????

in my case she is dead to me and that is the way I want it.

you're both in the same room.

silence for 5-8-10-15 minutes.



you get up to leave the room or house.........and just as you're RIGHT in a doorway, The Door is open, you're halfway out. ....both feet clear.......Door is closing...........suddenly..........3 questions from her shouted out.........