I have been on vacation, for like forever.

Because it IS a good idea!


You may not realize the ballet of the flesh that a woman performs with all that bending and reaching up towards the cupboards. Imagine the act set to some symphonic overture. Other blatant but unrealized mixed signals are often sent when you fry eggs or write a check for the gas bill. Watch yourself, temptress.

You cannot seriously expect a man to ask for, nor follow directions.

Say the following next time:

"Here are the instructions honey."

This will not work for a driving man, since you cannot pull up and ask for "instructions" on how to get to Hidden Lake. But the point is moot since all men have a built in compass/ability to reach their destination and GPS/directional systems are now standard in most vehicles to help women acheive that level of confidence.

This is very much a mantime event, as is my taking a week to answer.

Leaving the drawer open also makes it more convenient the next time something is needed from that drawer. It is already open.

this is the funniest thread on the whole site


ok, ok... why does my man need to have a turbo powered lawn edger with an onboard computer and a custom paint job? We only have about 85 feet of frontage. Is it because the guy next door just got one with chrome exhaust?

Hester, I have no balls, but I can answer your question: YES.

Well what at first appears to be a sign of insecurity and simple materialistic one-up-manship is actually not at all what it seems. This example clearly shows the drive that has made the human race thrive. Just imagine another example, Oh let's say the USA and USSR, and lets use rockets instead of lawn edgers. So should the USA been content to have a Sputnik? Hell no, we wanted better, and we ended up standing on the FUCKING MOON Hester, THE FUCKING MOON to prove just how much nicer our yard was edged.

(Is there anything more phallic than a Saturn V, if there is I have not seen it.)

Why can't my husband or my son FIND anything?

DH lost his wallet less than 48 hours before he was supposed to fly to Chicago. We looked everywhere, called the grocery store where he last had it, our friend who had us over for dinner that night searched her house & driveway - nada. He had to find his birth certificate & SS card (which he aptually managed to do ) and cancel debit card, etc.

The morning he was supposed to leave, I walk by the dining room table and there was his wallet, just sitting there on the corner in plain sight. Obviously, it had been covered up by something - probably my knitting

A. Why did my mommy-endowed finding skills not work at all?
B. How the fuck did he NOT SEE THE DAMN THING when he looked for it on the table? More than once?

Is that why he leaves a trail of shoes and dirty clothes from the foyer to the kitchen, and of course, the bathroom?

I cannot comment on mommy skills, that is beyond the scope of this thread.



It is diabolical to hide the wallet in knitting, ActMan certainly did not place his wallet under your knitting when he set it down. Why would he look there?

This is either your fault or your home may be plauged with gnomish creatures who get off on hiding stuff.

"a trail of shoes"

is this similar to the "Trail of tears"? Does he leave thousands of pairs of shoes
and dirty laundry between rooms? (maybe he does)

While mantime is an easy cop out, men drop their clothing in places most women find highly unusual. Perhaps it is that picking up clothes is seen as cleaning and not part of taking a shower. Also the fact that an article of clothing hits the floor does not make it dirty. Why the shirt I'm wearing now I wore yesterday evening and put on again this AM. It was not dirty enough to wash, yet not clean enough to hang back up. What better spot than the floor?

Why does my man have a life and doesn't post on a message board full of fat ugly women (yes myself included)?

Also,
Why does my man think it's funny that I have personal ads online with a picture from 1994?

Also also,
Why does my man put up with my constant bitchy crazy whiny ass?
it's "for the kids" isn't it?

Also also also
FAGGOT!

He has replaced you with his friend in the basement.

oh but for a quoter.

Why have I been so unsure as to the gender of AMG?

Why would my husband ask me where something is, wait for me to tell him specifically, go to get said item only to come back saying it isn't there, wait for me to walk to the place where I said the item was, bring it back to him and then question me as to where it really was? On the counter by the stove like I told you. "Show me exactly where," he says. I refuse on principle so he says I'm lying and it wasn't there.

I've got one.... How come DH can become LOST or take the wrong fucking turn off or the wrong turn going someplace we go to every week?

How can DH NOT HEAR the fucking blinker he has left on for the past mile? And why oh why does he start having a conversation with me about something that I have no idea what he's talking about? Like he started the conversation in his head first which explained everything, and then just decided to blurt out the inane comment that makes no sense at all, because I wasn't privy to that part of the conversation in his head.

How can I get him to remember to take out the trash every morning? I've tried everything from nagging to having him tie his car keys to the trash bag ( he ran around the house for 20 minutes the next morning because he couldn't find the keys)