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Like the obesity thing, this is also specific to your environment. I doubt the kids playing pop warner in Lubbock, TX are getting the same treatment.
I swear that my wife must load the dishwasher by standing on the other side of the kitchen and throwing things at it. How difficult is it to load the freaking thing in some semblance of order?
I think part of my wife's attitude now is that she really doesn't give a excrement where she puts anything because she knows I'm only going to re-order it later on, although it isn't a complicated thing to figure out what belongs where and actually do it right in the first place.Curiously, my leaving sweaty running and cycling gear lying around on the same principle doesn't seem to be met with the same level of acceptance.
My wife is a pretty good cook, but I swear she could could find a way to use 400 different pots, pans, and utensils to make spaghetti noodles. Jesus woman, reuse something!
I do this too, which is why I don't do the cooking.
I freaking hate that passive aggressive BS. My wife doesn't wash my underwear (she puts it in a separate pile and claims she "will get to it") because there are times when they get a bit skiddy. She then gets all bent out of shape if I don't wash her nasty monthly bill messes.
Currently have around 12 large boxes of excrement that doesn't belong to me occupying the center of my living room because my girlfriend's mother is moving. She's too cheap to get extra storage and professional movers even though she just made a ton of cash selling her house and instead we've been roped into providing storage and moving services.
"Hello good sir GM, may we pretty please have your throwaway centers and gords please??!? I'll suck yo'dick!"
hopefully she gave you your brown wings in return.
Girlfriend's mom? That would be.... odd.