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? Smile

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 ... Winker
Posted on: 21 November 2010 by Skip
"Volatile" you say?

I think of it like a dog barking. The dog still loves you and so does she!

25 years next year.
Posted on: 22 November 2010 by Rockingdoc
I'll just add my wife's comment when I advised he to turn off her car headlights, as the engine wasn't running, to save her battery.
She replied "Oh, I thought they worked on bulbs".
Posted on: 22 November 2010 by Jono 13
quote:
Originally posted by Rockingdoc:
I'll just add my wife's comment when I advised he to turn off her car headlights, as the engine wasn't running, to save her battery.
She replied "Oh, I thought they worked on bulbs".


Thanks to my father-in-law my wife does understand the under bonnet stuff pretty well.

What really adds excitment to mix for me is the children.

Jono
Posted on: 22 November 2010 by Dungassin
quote:
Originally posted by Skip:
"Volatile" you say?

I think of it like a dog barking. The dog still loves you and so does she!

25 years next year.

And I still love her, too. Big Grin
Posted on: 23 November 2010 by JMB
Some years ago at a party my wife was asked how many children she had. Five she said.

But you don't look old enough was the flattering response - what ages are they ?

Four, six, eight, ten and forty two she replied.
Posted on: 23 November 2010 by Dungassin
Have you never been told that "growing old is compulsory, growing up isn't"?
Posted on: 23 November 2010 by JMB
I'll pass that insight on to my good lady and stand well back.