Classic from the Mrs! Vol 2
Discussion
HTP99 said:
I always have this nagging feeling, when sitting around, by myself watching the TV, the wife is cursing me under her breath as I'm not doing anything productive!!
In sure mine has a sensor in the sofa cushions as she always seems to know when my arse hits the sofa and has another job for me to do. Just because she has to always be busy doesn't mean we are all like that. Tycho said:
HTP99 said:
I always have this nagging feeling, when sitting around, by myself watching the TV, the wife is cursing me under her breath as I'm not doing anything productive!!
In sure mine has a sensor in the sofa cushions as she always seems to know when my arse hits the sofa and has another job for me to do. Just because she has to always be busy doesn't mean we are all like that. Buying what's needed vs what she wants.
I've been housebound for a few weeks with a broken arm, family and friends have popped by every few days to check up and do small favours to help me out.
My ex and I are on good terms and she came over one afternoon and noticed my fridge was empty. I can't drive at the moment so she took it upon herself to do some shopping for me. I said "nothing that needs proper cooking, for now just ready meals, pasties, pizza etc. Also it's just me so please don't buy loads of food, it's wednesday today so just keep me going until the weekend. My parents are coming by to take me to theirs for the weekend"
She came back with 14 days of food, including stuff she knows I don't like and/or can't eat. I don't like that weird green pasta, yet I now have three of those in the fridge. I'm lactose intolerant but she bought me a pack of halloumi. She's also bought me steaks, which I love, but are difficult to cook and eat when you only have one functional arm.
Out of the 35-40 items she's bought, I reckon there's 6 that I can actually eat.
I didn't want to be rude, so over the past few days, whenever other folks have come by, I've sent them away with some food. My dad is very happy that I brought a pile of rump steak with me.
I know she means well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her (we broke up amicably, because we both work shifts and they happen to be completely opposite to each other, apart from one hour on Sunday when we're both "free"). However I also don't miss her scatterbrain attitude to "need food, must buy."
I've been housebound for a few weeks with a broken arm, family and friends have popped by every few days to check up and do small favours to help me out.
My ex and I are on good terms and she came over one afternoon and noticed my fridge was empty. I can't drive at the moment so she took it upon herself to do some shopping for me. I said "nothing that needs proper cooking, for now just ready meals, pasties, pizza etc. Also it's just me so please don't buy loads of food, it's wednesday today so just keep me going until the weekend. My parents are coming by to take me to theirs for the weekend"
She came back with 14 days of food, including stuff she knows I don't like and/or can't eat. I don't like that weird green pasta, yet I now have three of those in the fridge. I'm lactose intolerant but she bought me a pack of halloumi. She's also bought me steaks, which I love, but are difficult to cook and eat when you only have one functional arm.
Out of the 35-40 items she's bought, I reckon there's 6 that I can actually eat.
I didn't want to be rude, so over the past few days, whenever other folks have come by, I've sent them away with some food. My dad is very happy that I brought a pile of rump steak with me.
I know she means well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her (we broke up amicably, because we both work shifts and they happen to be completely opposite to each other, apart from one hour on Sunday when we're both "free"). However I also don't miss her scatterbrain attitude to "need food, must buy."
Second Best said:
Buying what's needed vs what she wants.
I've been housebound for a few weeks with a broken arm, family and friends have popped by every few days to check up and do small favours to help me out.
My ex and I are on good terms and she came over one afternoon and noticed my fridge was empty. I can't drive at the moment so she took it upon herself to do some shopping for me. I said "nothing that needs proper cooking, for now just ready meals, pasties, pizza etc. Also it's just me so please don't buy loads of food, it's wednesday today so just keep me going until the weekend. My parents are coming by to take me to theirs for the weekend"
She came back with 14 days of food, including stuff she knows I don't like and/or can't eat. I don't like that weird green pasta, yet I now have three of those in the fridge. I'm lactose intolerant but she bought me a pack of halloumi. She's also bought me steaks, which I love, but are difficult to cook and eat when you only have one functional arm.
Out of the 35-40 items she's bought, I reckon there's 6 that I can actually eat.
I didn't want to be rude, so over the past few days, whenever other folks have come by, I've sent them away with some food. My dad is very happy that I brought a pile of rump steak with me.
I know she means well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her (we broke up amicably, because we both work shifts and they happen to be completely opposite to each other, apart from one hour on Sunday when we're both "free"). However I also don't miss her scatterbrain attitude to "need food, must buy."
TADTS.I've been housebound for a few weeks with a broken arm, family and friends have popped by every few days to check up and do small favours to help me out.
My ex and I are on good terms and she came over one afternoon and noticed my fridge was empty. I can't drive at the moment so she took it upon herself to do some shopping for me. I said "nothing that needs proper cooking, for now just ready meals, pasties, pizza etc. Also it's just me so please don't buy loads of food, it's wednesday today so just keep me going until the weekend. My parents are coming by to take me to theirs for the weekend"
She came back with 14 days of food, including stuff she knows I don't like and/or can't eat. I don't like that weird green pasta, yet I now have three of those in the fridge. I'm lactose intolerant but she bought me a pack of halloumi. She's also bought me steaks, which I love, but are difficult to cook and eat when you only have one functional arm.
Out of the 35-40 items she's bought, I reckon there's 6 that I can actually eat.
I didn't want to be rude, so over the past few days, whenever other folks have come by, I've sent them away with some food. My dad is very happy that I brought a pile of rump steak with me.
I know she means well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her (we broke up amicably, because we both work shifts and they happen to be completely opposite to each other, apart from one hour on Sunday when we're both "free"). However I also don't miss her scatterbrain attitude to "need food, must buy."
We need milk and bread - so I go out and shop and I buy milk and bread (and beer
).She goes out and comes back with 3 carrier bags full of shoit.But that's probably for the faff thread.
Definitely this! Go into supermarket, take a basket as we are only after one thing.
Stagger out with a trolleys worth balanced in the basket!
On the "always busy" angle, SWMBO will always moan about me leaving stuff for even a nanosecond: sees an empty cup I've just used? Must be put in the sink! No,dear, I WON'T make a special trip for 1cup, I'll take it with me when I next move my butt when I want to
Stagger out with a trolleys worth balanced in the basket!
On the "always busy" angle, SWMBO will always moan about me leaving stuff for even a nanosecond: sees an empty cup I've just used? Must be put in the sink! No,dear, I WON'T make a special trip for 1cup, I'll take it with me when I next move my butt when I want to
Edited by kowalski655 on Sunday 5th March 22:08
Second Best said:
Buying what's needed vs what she wants.
I've been housebound for a few weeks with a broken arm, family and friends have popped by every few days to check up and do small favours to help me out.
My ex and I are on good terms and she came over one afternoon and noticed my fridge was empty. I can't drive at the moment so she took it upon herself to do some shopping for me. I said "nothing that needs proper cooking, for now just ready meals, pasties, pizza etc. Also it's just me so please don't buy loads of food, it's wednesday today so just keep me going until the weekend. My parents are coming by to take me to theirs for the weekend"
She came back with 14 days of food, including stuff she knows I don't like and/or can't eat. I don't like that weird green pasta, yet I now have three of those in the fridge. I'm lactose intolerant but she bought me a pack of halloumi. She's also bought me steaks, which I love, but are difficult to cook and eat when you only have one functional arm.
Out of the 35-40 items she's bought, I reckon there's 6 that I can actually eat.
I didn't want to be rude, so over the past few days, whenever other folks have come by, I've sent them away with some food. My dad is very happy that I brought a pile of rump steak with me.
I know she means well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her (we broke up amicably, because we both work shifts and they happen to be completely opposite to each other, apart from one hour on Sunday when we're both "free"). However I also don't miss her scatterbrain attitude to "need food, must buy."
You sure she isn't trolling you?I've been housebound for a few weeks with a broken arm, family and friends have popped by every few days to check up and do small favours to help me out.
My ex and I are on good terms and she came over one afternoon and noticed my fridge was empty. I can't drive at the moment so she took it upon herself to do some shopping for me. I said "nothing that needs proper cooking, for now just ready meals, pasties, pizza etc. Also it's just me so please don't buy loads of food, it's wednesday today so just keep me going until the weekend. My parents are coming by to take me to theirs for the weekend"
She came back with 14 days of food, including stuff she knows I don't like and/or can't eat. I don't like that weird green pasta, yet I now have three of those in the fridge. I'm lactose intolerant but she bought me a pack of halloumi. She's also bought me steaks, which I love, but are difficult to cook and eat when you only have one functional arm.
Out of the 35-40 items she's bought, I reckon there's 6 that I can actually eat.
I didn't want to be rude, so over the past few days, whenever other folks have come by, I've sent them away with some food. My dad is very happy that I brought a pile of rump steak with me.
I know she means well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her (we broke up amicably, because we both work shifts and they happen to be completely opposite to each other, apart from one hour on Sunday when we're both "free"). However I also don't miss her scatterbrain attitude to "need food, must buy."
On the "always busy" angle, SWMBO will always moan about me leaving stuff for even a nanosecond: sees an empty cup I've just used? Must be put in the sink! No,dear, I WON'T make a special trip for 1cup, I'll take it with me when I next move my butt when I want to
Edited by kowalski655 on Sunday 5th March 22:08
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So true. Thankyou for giving me an early morning chuckle.
Davetheraver said:
I just told my wife I was going to rotate the front and back tyres on her car to balance out the wear.
She asked me to make sure all the VW badges were pointing the same way.
She has nice boobs which compensate.
I have a friend who had all the tyres refitted to his car so that the text was correctly oriented when the valve stems were at the bottom of the wheel. He then jacks the car up and rotates the wheels so that the wheels all sit in that orientation and the centre caps all align. This is only for a concours entry (which he usually wins).She asked me to make sure all the VW badges were pointing the same way.
She has nice boobs which compensate.
vulture1 said:
You sure she isn't trolling you?
She's doing a crap job of it if so. She was round earlier and my arm's slightly better, enough that I can stretch it out a little bit. She's been helping me with my physio and has always held my hand when I've been extending my arm. As of this week I can now actually open my arm enough to put it round her, which we both thought was great. It's been a while since we've watched a film together cuddled up next to each other.No massive howlers from her today but my parents called me and she picked my phone up, she tried to answer in my native language but accidentally called my mum "bowl shadow". Naturally my mum found it hilarious and, being of Asian heritage, when I got to my phone I was asked "when you marry?"
Edit: I know this is a bit of a mushy message but still, it's been weeks since I've seen the inside of my elbow. Got to look at the positives.
Second Best said:
vulture1 said:
You sure she isn't trolling you?
She's doing a crap job of it if so. She was round earlier and my arm's slightly better, enough that I can stretch it out a little bit. She's been helping me with my physio and has always held my hand when I've been extending my arm. As of this week I can now actually open my arm enough to put it round her, which we both thought was great. It's been a while since we've watched a film together cuddled up next to each other.No massive howlers from her today but my parents called me and she picked my phone up, she tried to answer in my native language but accidentally called my mum "bowl shadow". Naturally my mum found it hilarious and, being of Asian heritage, when I got to my phone I was asked "when you marry?"
Edit: I know this is a bit of a mushy message but still, it's been weeks since I've seen the inside of my elbow. Got to look at the positives.
SpeckledJim said:
Alex@POD said:
geeks said:
It could just be me but I think he was suggesting some innuendo, as in did you mean elbow or vagina?
Well it wouldn't be the first time things go over my head 
Pretty advanced stuff, that is.
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