Fair is fair..we discussed how we annoy them, now we get to tell each other how they annoy us..LOL Ok it's not really fair but they aren't here!
Mike can't find anything, he just yells for me to look for it. Now my husband was a supply Sgt. for 21 years and a warehouse manager for over 20 more, he understands the concept of stocking and bin rows. It's the same thing for socks and tee shirts! I have stocked them in the same set of drawers as always in the same darn bin (drawer) for the last 33 years! Get a grip!
But let me go out to the garage/workroom/toolstorage. Most of them are MY tools, he knows if one has been touched or moved. Of course he brings them in the house to use and they never get back out to the garage. A year later he will ask where the wrench he laid down on the dining room table went. We have eaten upteen meals since then..did he expect me to serve around the wrench or hammer all year? I just put them all in a bucket for him to replace in the garage when he has time..yeah right!
He also goes to the grocery store with me..I really miss him being at work! he has a list and he follows it. Except for the cookies, ice cream, 3 types of dip and the chips. then he has the nerve to ask me where all the grocery money goes!
He had heart surgery 12 years ago, they said due to the drugs they gave him he would have memory problems. Those memory problems have lasted 12 years, I think the drugs wore off by now, don't you? So why is he surprised by what I cook dinner..the very dinner he "helped" me shop for that day? It drives me nuts.
Mike can't find anything, he just yells for me to look for it. Now my husband was a supply Sgt. for 21 years and a warehouse manager for over 20 more, he understands the concept of stocking and bin rows. It's the same thing for socks and tee shirts! I have stocked them in the same set of drawers as always in the same darn bin (drawer) for the last 33 years! Get a grip!
But let me go out to the garage/workroom/toolstorage. Most of them are MY tools, he knows if one has been touched or moved. Of course he brings them in the house to use and they never get back out to the garage. A year later he will ask where the wrench he laid down on the dining room table went. We have eaten upteen meals since then..did he expect me to serve around the wrench or hammer all year? I just put them all in a bucket for him to replace in the garage when he has time..yeah right!
He also goes to the grocery store with me..I really miss him being at work! he has a list and he follows it. Except for the cookies, ice cream, 3 types of dip and the chips. then he has the nerve to ask me where all the grocery money goes!
He had heart surgery 12 years ago, they said due to the drugs they gave him he would have memory problems. Those memory problems have lasted 12 years, I think the drugs wore off by now, don't you? So why is he surprised by what I cook dinner..the very dinner he "helped" me shop for that day? It drives me nuts.