Oh, I have had my loading pattern critiqued and optimized many, many times.I refuse to put a dish in the dishwasher, as well. But only because the minute I do she will complain that I placed it incorrectly.
Oh, I have had my loading pattern critiqued and optimized many, many times.I refuse to put a dish in the dishwasher, as well. But only because the minute I do she will complain that I placed it incorrectly.
Ok so the real biggest pet peeve is his complete inability to put a dish into the dishwasher. I can leave it open and completely empty and he will walk past it to put it into the sink. Ooh or maybe the fact that on the rare occasion he actually cooks something he uses 495 dishes that all must be washed even if they were only used to measure water.
That reads like you Northern'd her.We had some issues with the wok. I had encouraged to use as high of heat as we could, naturally, it being a wok and all. She would follow these food blog recipes for stir fry that would say like medium heat. We'd wind up with soupy stir fry.
Too much of a rule follower, in this case, recipe. Thankfully that's been resolved.
That reads like you Northern'd her.
Ok so the real biggest pet peeve is his complete inability to put a dish into the dishwasher. I can leave it open and completely empty and he will walk past it to put it into the sink. Ooh or maybe the fact that on the rare occasion he actually cooks something he uses 495 dishes that all must be washed even if they were only used to measure water.
A friend of mine once said that he and his wife were starting a conversation after she got home from work.How much of your life is spent listening to your wife tell you about all of the wrongs that were committed against her that day by co-workers, friends, etc.? Is it just me, or is it typically the first fifteen minutes of every evening?
My wife puts stuff in the dishwasher in such a way that it makes it clear that she thinks that the wash cycle takes place after the entire dishwasher fills with water and circulates around like clothes in a washer. Dishes facing up. Glasses on their side. Utensils hanging down in the path of the wash sprayer blocking it from turning. Drives me crazy.Ok so the real biggest pet peeve is his complete inability to put a dish into the dishwasher. I can leave it open and completely empty and he will walk past it to put it into the sink. Ooh or maybe the fact that on the rare occasion he actually cooks something he uses 495 dishes that all must be washed even if they were only used to measure water.
That would make me crazy.My wife puts stuff in the dishwasher in such a way that it makes it clear that she thinks that the wash cycle takes place after the entire dishwasher fills with water and circulates around like clothes in a washer. Dishes facing up. Glasses on their side. Utensils hanging down in the path of the wash sprayer blocking it from turning. Drives me crazy.
Last time I put a load in my dishwasher she got pregnant.I refuse to put a dish in the dishwasher, as well. But only because the minute I do she will complain that I placed it incorrectly.
I’ve been trying for 25 years to get my wife to correctly salt pasta water. Still no luck.We had some issues with the wok. I had encouraged to use as high of heat as we could, naturally, it being a wok and all. She would follow these food blog recipes for stir fry that would say like medium heat. We'd wind up with soupy stir fry.
Too much of a rule follower, in this case, recipe. Thankfully that's been resolved.
That is a good one. Feel your pain bro.Shit is always moved. It's like looking for a easter basket everyday. Just a total waste of my time. Even the living room furniture moves all the time.
Funny, as I came to post the same about my wife. 15 years together and still every used dish goes in the sink rather than the dishwasher. More often than not, in the left hand side blocking the garbage disposal. I'm fairly certain that I've made it clear that she's just adding work and inconvenience for me and that directly into the dishwasher saves everyone time. Pretty sure it's out of spite at this point. FML.Ok so the real biggest pet peeve is his complete inability to put a dish into the dishwasher. I can leave it open and completely empty and he will walk past it to put it into the sink. Ooh or maybe the fact that on the rare occasion he actually cooks something he uses 495 dishes that all must be washed even if they were only used to measure water.
This is true however 120 minutes in exchange for 37 seconds of hopping on the ****truck for a ride to Poundtown is horrible coitus ROI.You have a much better chance of getting laid with her watching that channel and if you actually watch one of those chick flicks with her.
On the serious side. My wife has definite hoarding tendencies and it runs in her family.
I am able to keep things in check but if something would happen to me? ......
At least he got into the sink.Ok so the real biggest pet peeve is his complete inability to put a dish into the dishwasher. I can leave it open and completely empty and he will walk past it to put it into the sink. Ooh or maybe the fact that on the rare occasion he actually cooks something he uses 495 dishes that all must be washed even if they were only used to measure water.
I coulda got it. By the time stamp on your post I was still in the house, I think.Here is a timely one. She thinks I need to stop posting on HROT to got deal with a gigantic spider in the bathroom off of the laundry room. Spiders are not my job.
I do that. I love to talk shit to bugs and spiders, or even a stubborn-to-clean pot. “Listen here motherfücker with your ugly mom-having ass… “ — that type of thing.Mine is the bug killer in our house. They freak her out so badly she attacks them mercilessly, screaming and cursing at them. It’s one of her finer features.
She has already done that for some timeAt least you know she'll keep you around even if (when) you become useless
First off, your spouse/significant other, not mine. It's in the title.
Mrs. Lucas asked me to pick up mixed nuts at Hy-Vee a week ago. I came home and opened the cupboard door to put them away, and there were two cans in there already. I picked them up, gave them a shake, and after opening them found about a half an inch of filberts and pecans in each one. So, I poured the contents of one of them into the other, and put in the fresh container. When I went to the store today mixed nuts was again on the list. When I got home the same two containers were in the cupboard. The one I'd consolidated, and the "new" one I'd bought last week, with nothing but filberts and pecans in it.
I asked the wife if I should just buy her big containers of peanuts, almonds, and cashews. Kind of a passive aggressive thing I guess, but she didn't pick up on it, and just told me to get walnuts, too.
On the serious side. My wife has definite hoarding tendencies and it runs in her family.
I am able to keep things in check but if something would happen to me? ......
Our kitchen has to be cleaned after every meal so the bugs don't have a reason to come in the houseMine is the bug killer in our house. They freak her out so badly she attacks them mercilessly, screaming and cursing at them. It’s one of her finer features.
Then you aren’t doing it right. Been married over 20 years and we still have the passion in our marriage like we are 20/30 something year olds.This is true however 120 minutes in exchange for 37 seconds of hopping on the ****truck for a ride to Poundtown is horrible coitus ROI.
She'll get the last laugh and put me in the crawl space with the hookers.If it doesn't get too humid, it's highly likely that after you die, your body will undergo some serious mummification. Any idea where you think she'll place you?
Then you aren’t doing it right. Been married over 20 years and we still have the passion in our marriage like we are 20/30 something year olds.
A friend of mine once said that he and his wife were starting a conversation after she got home from work.
He told me he said to her…’Let me stop you just a second and guess where this is going. Is this the part where you tell me how much smarter you are than everyone else at work and how they don’t work as hard as you?’ Lol. Ouch.