Things I have discovered which piss off my wife (Part 2):
- Drying my hands on the "wrong" hand towel in the kitchen...never mind they're the same hands which have been using the same towel to dry the dishes I just hand washed.
- Setting my alarm clock earlier than her alarm clock.
- Knocking down a wasp nest on the front porch and killing the b*stards.
- Cutting down the wildly overgrown shrubbery and digging up the roots after she said "we need to cut all that mess out".
- My daughters turning the bathroom floor, sink, and tub blue with hair dye.
- My washing socks together with ANYTHING else.
- Me trying to say or do anything to calm her down when she's pissed.
- Me picking a restaurant to eat at. (Which is a direct result of my getting pissed off at her because she'll make me pick and I KNOW that no matter what I pick she's not going to like it for some reason...so now all I ever say is "Cracker Barrel".)
- Me oiling the squeeky door hinges on the front door. How was I to know she liked hearing the squeeking whenever someone opened the door?
- Me taking my tablet everywhere. ("Are you REALLY taking your tablet into the restaurant?" "Yes. Are you REALLY taking your smart phone into the restaurant?")
- Finding out I put sticky mouse traps in the attic and caught/killed the mice up there, instead of using her live traps and turning the mice loose outside so they can run right back into the house.
- Drying my hands on the "wrong" hand towel in the kitchen...never mind they're the same hands which have been using the same towel to dry the dishes I just hand washed.
- Setting my alarm clock earlier than her alarm clock.
- Knocking down a wasp nest on the front porch and killing the b*stards.
- Cutting down the wildly overgrown shrubbery and digging up the roots after she said "we need to cut all that mess out".
- My daughters turning the bathroom floor, sink, and tub blue with hair dye.
- My washing socks together with ANYTHING else.
- Me trying to say or do anything to calm her down when she's pissed.
- Me picking a restaurant to eat at. (Which is a direct result of my getting pissed off at her because she'll make me pick and I KNOW that no matter what I pick she's not going to like it for some reason...so now all I ever say is "Cracker Barrel".)
- Me oiling the squeeky door hinges on the front door. How was I to know she liked hearing the squeeking whenever someone opened the door?
- Me taking my tablet everywhere. ("Are you REALLY taking your tablet into the restaurant?" "Yes. Are you REALLY taking your smart phone into the restaurant?")
- Finding out I put sticky mouse traps in the attic and caught/killed the mice up there, instead of using her live traps and turning the mice loose outside so they can run right back into the house.