Wifely foibles
Posted by: Dungassin on 17 November 2010
Just been out Christmas shopping with SWMBO. Didn't seem to get much, but spent an awful long time being dragged round various shops. Most of the purchases were made by me - perhaps I'm quicker to make decisions? 
Then did the weekly shop in Sainsburys - took 3 times as long because she was with me (sigh)
Real reason for the post? Well ... when we set off, she was feeling cold so she tuned the heating up in the car. As usual completely ignored my comments that the car has climate control, and it won't actually warm up until the engine does. The same thing happens at home, when she complains about it being too hot upstairs, and I carefully point out to her that this is because the heating kicked in while she was gardening and left the front door open - the thermostat sensor is in the hall, so, surprise, surprise, the heating came on.
Women ... I'll qualify that ... perhaps it should just be ... wife ...
Then did the weekly shop in Sainsburys - took 3 times as long because she was with me (sigh)
Real reason for the post? Well ... when we set off, she was feeling cold so she tuned the heating up in the car. As usual completely ignored my comments that the car has climate control, and it won't actually warm up until the engine does. The same thing happens at home, when she complains about it being too hot upstairs, and I carefully point out to her that this is because the heating kicked in while she was gardening and left the front door open - the thermostat sensor is in the hall, so, surprise, surprise, the heating came on.
Women ... I'll qualify that ... perhaps it should just be ... wife ...
Just think if you could understand them and their thoughts, i mean really understand them. You could write books that would out strip any publication ever printed. 
. It will never happen though 
. It will never happen though I took over the weekly shop when I retired. I always insist on a written list, then she can't accuse me of forgetting anything (though she still tries). Usually only takes me 10-15 minutes when I'm on my own - unless I run into an old friend for a chat. What really gets me is that when she comes with me (about once a month) she will never accept that I know the layout of the store much better than she does, and, so there is always much back-tracking etc. Then we get to the checkout, and I am either considired totally incapable of doing the packing OR she decides to bugger off to the loo or back into the store, only reappearing when I'm standing by the exit looking for her.
Good excuse for a moan, this topic, isn't it?
Good excuse for a moan, this topic, isn't it?I'm only forty years old but whenever my mrs gives me instructions I just say write it down
quote:Originally posted by tonym:
John, is it possible we're married to the same person? I know it's a daft thought but...
Let me see ...
Does your other half only see you on Wednesday or Friday afternoons? That's when SWMBO usually disappears to "visit" with one of her cronies.
5'2", olive skin, brown eyes, black hair, speaks with a very slight Maltese accent?
Very short fuse?
If so ... YES!!!
You could always reply as I do "Yes, dear". Drives her mad, 'cos she says I only say that when I'm not listening.
Anyway, I think it's my turn to make tea (dinner if you're posh) tomorrow. I'll no doubt be in the bad books because I'll take over the kitchen for 2-3 hours while I cook up a large batch of filling for Steak and Mushroom pie. Little does she know that I'm planning to try out a couple of new cake recipes at the weekend. Not "manly", I know, but I actually like cooking.
Anyway, I think it's my turn to make tea (dinner if you're posh) tomorrow. I'll no doubt be in the bad books because I'll take over the kitchen for 2-3 hours while I cook up a large batch of filling for Steak and Mushroom pie. Little does she know that I'm planning to try out a couple of new cake recipes at the weekend. Not "manly", I know, but I actually like cooking.
Perhaps naim could market a cooking apron with ipod accessories for you
quote:Originally posted by TomK:
It would take six months to burn in though.
Depends how close you stand to the hob.
Today she's on her "don't sneak up on me!" kick. This happens about once a fortnight. Just because I wasn't my usual (according to her) baby elephant self, I get accused of creeping up on her.
quote:Originally posted by Dungassin:quote:Originally posted by tonym:
John, is it possible we're married to the same person? I know it's a daft thought but...
Let me see ...
Does your other half only see you on Wednesday or Friday afternoons? That's when SWMBO usually disappears to "visit" with one of her cronies.
5'2", olive skin, brown eyes, black hair, speaks with a very slight Maltese accent?
Very short fuse?
If so ... YES!!!
Wow! That's really spooky! Definitely the same person - just got to work out how she manages to change into a 6'+, peely-wally Scot.
quote:Wow! That's really spooky! Definitely the same person - just got to work out how she manages to change into a 6'+, peely-wally Scot.
Yup. Peely-wally ... that takes me back. Pale and unwell, for those of you who are sassenachs (like me). As I lived in Edinburgh for 6 years, perhaps I should hire myself out as a translator.
You don't have to live up here for very long to realise why terms like "peely wally" and "dreich" are so common.
Just posted this comment in a related thread on "man couch", but :
NEVER, EVER give an opinion when asked by her "which of these (dresses, shoes etc) do you prefer?" - unless, of course, you REALLY hate one of them.
NEVER, EVER give an opinion when asked by her "which of these (dresses, shoes etc) do you prefer?" - unless, of course, you REALLY hate one of them.
Thank you!
My father taught me how to cook. My mother, may she rest in peace, had difficulty boiling an egg. So, when I went to Uni and eventually moved into the inevitable shared flat, I was welcomed with open arms because I could cook!
When I got married I was a skinny lad of less than 10 stones (and I smoked). Since then the combination of stopping smoking, SWMBO's excellent cooking (and my own) have caused me to "enlarge" somewhat.
My father taught me how to cook. My mother, may she rest in peace, had difficulty boiling an egg. So, when I went to Uni and eventually moved into the inevitable shared flat, I was welcomed with open arms because I could cook!
When I got married I was a skinny lad of less than 10 stones (and I smoked). Since then the combination of stopping smoking, SWMBO's excellent cooking (and my own) have caused me to "enlarge" somewhat.
I know exactly what you mean. I love my wife dearly, but anyone who knows us well realises that we bicker all the time, and have a standup row about once a fortnight. Very similar to my parents, IIRC. Never understood those who say they never argue - but we ALWAYS make up.
I think it's just different personality types. I and "the boss" are both calm and sensible people most of the time, but she and I readily admit to being a little "volatile" at times. No blows are ever exchanged, and the worst that ever happens is that VERY occasionally (about once a year) we won't speak to each other for a day. We bicker and argue with each other, heaven help anyone who tries to pick on either one of us - both mutually very protective. I would hate to have to live without her. If she is late coming home from one of her "visits" with a friend, I worry, and so does she if I'm out longer than expected - at least since I retired and became much more predictable. We're all different, and this is the way we have chosen to rub along. It works well for us. Only another year to go till our Ruby Wedding ...
Only another year to go till our Ruby Wedding ...