Just checking in to see if any of you have met a woman that actually knows how to wash a dish off before putting it in the dishwasher and/or leaving it in the sink. TIA
I'd make that deal. Most of the time it's great because of course everything is clean and I kinda need someone to keep me in line in that regard. But sometimes I just have to laugh at her, especially if we are having company over.
One of my favorite tangents. Also let's not forget dishwasher loading skills. "Honey, I don't think those plates are gonna get cleaned stacked on top of each other on the top rack underneath the baking sheet"
It seems to always come back to lil girls being indoctrinated with princess fantasy, fashion, and make-up instead of learning how things work. More lil girls changing the oil on their dads car and fewer Disney princesses, if for no other reason than we can get some properly loaded dishwashers.
I just throw it in the dishwasher. If you're the type of person that rinses it off before the dishwasher, just go ahead and add some soap to that rinse and finish the job.
Do you also expect them to greet you at the door when you get off work and have dinner ready for you on the table as soon as you walk in?
hell yeah can't wait to teach my daughter the value of outsourcing work (because changing my car's oil requires removing the front panel) so she knows to hire a house cleaning service when she's older
I hate doing dishes and thought a logical solution was to just use all disposable/recyclable plateware and silverware while agreeing to take out the trash and recycling anytime requested. That went over about as poorly as imaginable (ex, not the current). I honestly thought that was going to be a win for her as it’s a pretty big removal of workload - but it ended up devolving into a conversation about me not caring enough.
This is half absurd. Yes Greet me at the door, with a kiss and my slippers, but jeez dinner right when I get home, can't we unwind for about 30 minutes then eat?
The hidden gem in that post is that the dad’s car needs the oil change and not the mom’s. Mom has her shit together while dad is 2,000 miles over the recommended mileage for service.
Getting my wife a new phone tomorrow so she wanted me to import all of her pictures. This shit has been running for over 3 hours now
Wife got mad on Saturday because I had to work (work like one Saturday a year) and she wanted to look for new furniture which is pretty overdue, we really do need a new set of living room furniture So she decided to go to town and go to a furniture store, picked out a good reasonably priced set, paid for it, and it will be delivered on Wednesday No idea why this was such a big deal that she actually was capable of doing this all alone (it's not like I actually give a shit about what the furniture is) but damn if I haven't heard her tell atleast 1000 of her friends on the phone about how she had to do it all by herself because I wouldnt take the time to go with her (like I actually wanted to)
You were getting yelled at no matter what. Either you go and she bitches because you stopped her from buying the set of furniture she really wanted but was too expensive, or what actually happened.
Wife called on the way to the dog trainer frantic because "she forgot to bring the leash". I started to explain that I was sure the trainer had one, but she thought it was important to use the same leash for consistency, etc. When I asked her where she thought she left it she guessed on the hook by the back door. I looked there, in the laundry room where we leave it sometimes, back porch, etc. No where to be found. Call her back, "hun, bad news...can't find it anywhere". This is where shit gets suspicious because all of sudden it's: Wife: Don't worry, you're right, i'm sure she has one, blah blah... Me: Wow, that was a quick 180. What happened? Wife: Well... I uh, I found it. (while still driving mind you) Me: It's on the fucking dog isn't it? Wife: He was laying on it so I couldn't see it! I forgot I put it on him! Me: See if the trainer has any tips for women.
I got her to watch Inglorious Bastards for the first time over the weekend. After this scene: Spoiler Her: I never knew that's how Hitler died! Me: ... Her: shut up
It’s 11:30 pm and my wife is vacuuming the house because her sister just got here and the house has to be perfect. My kids are like wtf is this bitch crazy?
I was tasked on cleaning the game room tonight. Fired up the roomba and plopped on the couch but was later chastised for not working hard enough to get this place sparkling. Half this thread knows who’s coming tomorrow.... the maid.
My ex used to rampantly buy coffee tables (this is for a 1 bedroom apartment with a small balcony so not like she was trying to fill a house or something) - she would then, upon realizing that they did not “fit the room” and were not returnable, sell them on Craigslist at a loss. The reason for mentioning the balcony - I vividly remember having people over to the apt one time and we were rocking 2-3 coffee tables on the balcony awaiting Craigslist purchase. I still get shit til this day about my awesome patio furniture and we got a complaint from residential beautification about it - so that was a blast to explain. This did not occur with any other pieces of furniture - full compartmentalization.
Try this idea on for size: a coffee table book about coffee tables. Would she be interested and what’s her email/net worth?