Dumb hubby tricks

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That right we have our moments some are even good ones.. Lol
 
I'll 'fess up. Wife and mom were steam-stripping wallpaper in the youngest daughter's room today. They left to run to the store for a number of things, so I thought I'd help. Did a good job on the walls until the steamer ran out of water. Filled it back up and waited for the steam to restart, and waited, and waited....After twenty minutes I realized the cord was not plugged into the wall.
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I could have just sat and watched the NASCAR race....
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last week I was sick and sent hubby to get dog food.....told him he'd have to special order the food b/c they don't normally carry the size bag we need....calls me after he leaves the store to see if I need anything else and tells me they had the food!...really?....the big bags?....yeah, 13 kg, 30 lbs....I'm like...oh well that's great! He gets home and he has 2 13 LB bags......."oh that's why they seemed lighter than usual"......well no poop sherlock....they're less than half the weight of the RIGHT bags that I told you you would HAVE to have them special order!!! Really?....seriously?....13 versus 30 lb bags......
 
okay, fine, you sucked me in. This was back when I was with my ex and also way before chicken days. We lived alone together with no kids and didn't do a lot of cooking really.

So once I was sick, and I was always the one who did the food shopping. So I asked him to pick up eggs. I was VERY specific about the brand I wanted, describing the color of the label, the brand, what the label said, etc. I had a feeling something was going to get messed up, but I was so thorough in my description.

Well, he got home with the eggs. Were they the right kind?.....

Yep! All SIX DOZEN OF THEM.
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(and no, I'm not kidding, and no, I don't know what he was thinking. I don't even bake. At that time I hardly even cooked, just felt like making some hard boiled eggs).
 
We planted the garden a few weeks ago, sectioning everything off for different crops, and had one open patch left, enough for 4 fifteen feet rows of something. I wanted carrots, but DH wanted peas; I graciously offered him the patch. He comes home the next day with his pea seeds and rushes right out to plant them with the seeder. I go out later to check out his pea patch. I'm looking and looking at the area, thinking he must have done a fabulously smooth job. Standing there beside me, he gives an "Oh Sherlock!!" Those peas he'd wanted so badly...he'd planted them all right overtop of the beans I'd worked so hard to plant the day before instead of in the open patch.
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Let's be fair here....those women make some silly mistakes
along the way.

Early in life, we were only dating. She fixed me dinner. You know the
cardboard tray frozen pizza comes on? You can catch it on fire in the
oven.

She was young.

Few years ago, I bought her her very own brand new craftsman mower.
She was riding around the yard, having a grand time. I let her go. Broke my
heart in the end to tell her she didn't have the blades engaged.

I love her anyway. Always.
 

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