She was claiming the 6x9 is too big but it's really closer to 7x10. You can see there is at least an inch on each side of the width of the 5x8
My wife died about 3 years ago. I'm not sensitive about it or take offense on here (unless something way out of line is said).
I came home Monday night and the garage smelled like gas. I assumed my wife had spilled a little on the side of her car after pumping (not a big deal) but it seemed a little too strong for that. Apparently she got it started, went inside to get gum and then came out and just pulled the nozzle out without unclicking the little metal tab that lets it pump automatically. As soon as she pulls it out: She was covered in gas and had to run inside and dump water on her head to get it off her face and out of her eyes. When I asked her how it happened: "I didn't know it was still pumping" "Did you notice that the numbers were still changing on the pump for gallons and $?" "No I didn't think about it, I just took the nozzle out"
6 months ago or so, wife decides she wants to paint one of the bedrooms, picks out color and buys paint and brushes and stuff, nothing ever happened well a couple of nights ago she starts talking how she wants to repaint the living room..... I go into full jack ass mode (rightfully so) and bring up that she probably cant even find the paint she last bought get home from work yesterday and find her in the original room all furniture pulled to the center of the room and she is actually painting it walk toward the kitchen and find the paint can open sitting on the dining room table with paint stirrers and stuff where she poured the paint from the can to the tray
$10 says the newly painted room will end up on Pinterest as one of her recent projects. As will the newly painted table of the same color.
We landed in Savannah yesterday and are waiting for our bags in the jet bridge. They are blasting AC in there to the point it sounds like we're in a wind tunnel. Wife looks at me with a sad face and says I thought it would be a lot hotter down here. Bless her heart but what the fuck.
We have one of those small, movable kids basketball hoops on our driveway. Kids were playing outside this morning when my wife decides to move the hoop, revealing a bunch of black ants (the harmless variety) that were living underneath. She decides the best course of action is to douse a 10'x10' area of our driveway with wasp spray, leaving no survivors. Now all that's left are a hundred ant corpses and a block of cement soaked in poison. She then spends the better part of the next hour trying to keep the kids away from said poison, which is making our entire yard smell like a Raid factory. All over a bunch of harmless ants. On her way in she casually asks me to clean the wasp spray off the driveway
It could easily be a steaming basket too but definitely something that isn't supposed to get direct heat.
She was doing the 'chopped' challenge on pintrest and reducing the gushers from her basket of ingredients. She was making a gusher infused emersion aioli.
My wife is obsessed with buying planner shit. Planners and stickers for the planners and all of this other goat shit that I just don't fucking understand at all. She spends so much got damn time looking at planner shit and stickers...and I'm pretty sure she doesn't "plan" time to look at them. Certainly doesn't include in her planner "suck husbands penis" or anything like that. Okay, I don't feel any better, but it's off my chest. Tell me I'm not alone.
You're absolutely not alone. I don't understand why she doesn't use a Google calendar, or just remember things.
Mine does the bullet journal thing too, but she doesn't spend too much time on it. I tried it and couldn't get into it. If there was a digital version, i might.
Chicks be planning. My ex gf used to start asking me six months ahead of time what I wanted to do for my bday. I'm like fuck idk yet ps you're making me feel older already
Mine periodically starts writing shit down in one, using all the stickers, etc. Still forgets shit of course and never keeps up with it. Seems pointless with phone apps.
When my wife asked, I told her I wanted to take a trip the weekend after my birthday. However, instead of plane tickets she bought Raffi tickets.