Every time my wife was pregnant she went on a super “nesting” phase. I always dreaded the “don’t be mad when you get home”.
best was she tore out 2 whole floors of a mix of carpet and hardwood in s house we had just bought. Planned on doing floors just not that soon. She used a hammer, a screwdriver and a pair of garden shears to pull that off. Hauled it out and was burning it when I pulled in.
worst was same pregnancy, came home to find her putting up a new bathroom vanity. She wanted to surprise me. I walked in and she was mad as all get out, apparently she never learned about breakers and electricity. Said she spent 2 hours getting shocked trying to hook it up. I suggested turning off the light switch to start
For some reason my wife thinks that instead of slicing cheese, you have to gouge out chunks with a steak knife. Drives me nuts!My wife is incredible. But man can she #*^@#* up a block of cheese. How hard is it to just cut a slice off the end? Evidently impossible for her.
Yep, serrated knife torture. Won't listen to reason when I tell her to throw all of those junk knives away and use a real knife. However, the silverware drawer is hers. The knife block is mine.For some reason my wife thinks that instead of slicing cheese, you have to gouge out chunks with a steak knife. Drives me nuts!
I don't know about others, but I'm an animal if I leave any tools out in the garage, oil rag on my bench or don't clean up wood chips immediately. However, I'm being petty when I call her out for the 182 piece make-up, hair dryer and nail kit strung across the bathroom because they're where they belong.
My wife and I had been dating about a year when I took her on her first duck hunt. We were in a blind I had built on a pond and got setup nice and early. I explained to her the "plan" to stay hunkered down until I called out Shoot then stand and I'd let her have first crack at them. We get buzzed by some teal right at first light then it happens 3 mallards 2 green heads and a hen cup right into the decoys. I yell shoot and nothing happens but I'm not sure why as I'm watching the birds not her. I yell shoot again and nothing again. The birds have flared from her movements and are about to leave again I yell shoot. This time I hear 3 quick shots but instead of a bird or two falling I see pieces of my blind being blown into the pond. I looked at her and said "what happened"?. Her "the barrel got stuck in the camo netting". Me "then why did you shoot. Her screaming "BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO [email protected]#$ING SHOOT"!
Try opening the door for them. They think you are being a gentleman, and it hurries them along. Works wonders.