Missus: James can you put those boxes in the garage Me: yep no problem --short while later-- Missus: James did you put those boxes in the garage? Me: yes they're stacked in the corner on the work bench Missus: what just, on the bench? They'll get dusty. Me: isn't that the idea of the box, to stop their contents getting dusty? The box doesn't matter. Missus: I'll be out in a second, why do I have to do everything myself. Can't you just do it right! --queue the boxes being tied in bin bags-- WTF?!?
Whose garage! Please tell me you put old/odd Ducati parts that are too good to throw away into her kitchen.
Would it not have been better to just put it in bags in the first place :Wideyed: I just put stuff in a box and shed it Why make work for yourself plus when you untie the bags dust goes everywhere *cough cough*
She shrunk a silk dress in the wash earlier. That was my fault until I pointed out that she'd given me the pile and said, can you bung this lot in the washing machine.
Once when I was driving on the fumes in the car, SWMBO told me to drive faster to get to the next petrol station.
You must have been working from the same mystical petrol gauge that my missus believes will run on empty for 100 miles. Only last weekend I got a panicked phone call as she thought she could make it home from the shopping centre on fumes (36 miles). I asked what the plan was if she did make it home on fumes, just leave it on the drive knowing it won't make the nearest petrol station in the morning? That'd be great with work the next morning.
Anyway we don't have logic you just need to do as your told :Angelic::Hilarious::Brb: You will get on just fine if your always wrong and we are always right
