Posted on 08/18/2013 1:43:02 AM PDT by lee martell
> Guys, I felt so bad for you when not a single outraged “ladie” responded to your efforts that I just had to take a break from my housework to throw you a bone.
*deep breath*
Oh, that’s terrible. How could you say that? Oh, that’s terrible. How could you say that? Men are so terrible. How could you say that?
There, I feel better now, and I hope you do, too!
Most if us have wives that eill do it all day long for free...; )
Norm you have given me several barrel laughs this morning b4 church. Post of the day...lol
All I know is that Jrandomfreeper won’t make me a sammich without charging me, Tax chick won’t make me a sammich without some evil delivery scheme...
And I’m really hungry now....
WILL NO FREEPER MAKE ME A DAMN SAMMICH!?!?!?!
;)
I almost suggested you go to Chick-Fil-A, but today is Sunday.
Oh sure. Mock me as I starve...heartless woman....just heartless...
;)
It’s an unkind universe, I always say.
No sammiches in it either. Oh the huge Manatee!
“I’ve gotten used to people confusing me with someone wearing a Bus Driver uniform. That is how bland and consistently nondescript I look most the time”
But still the beautiful women flock to you. :-)
Ha, I wish!
Let me take you to the dept store and pick out some clothes and your luck will change. “Every girl crazy bout a well dressed man” ZZ TOP. :-)
Let me take you to the dept store and pick out some clothes and your luck will change. “Every girl crazy bout a well dressed man” ZZ TOP. :-)
DH buys his own everyday clothes and an occasional dress up shirt. Then, some event occurs and he panics about what to wear, claiming he “has nothing appropriate.” This is because he is somehow blind to the items I have purchased, shown to him for his approval and then placed in his closet or drawers. These items hang or sit, folded neatly, underneath or next to the ones he wears continually, over and over, until they look well-weathered and somewhat raggedy.
So, I go to the closet or drawer and calmly show him the items available. He then dresses himself.
Why are those clothes there? Because I shop at a great consignment store, which he won’t even enter. The front of the store and the entire first floor is female clothing. The menswear is upstairs in a back room. He could get estrogen poisoning, ya know!
I simply browse the mens’ section and if I see something wonderful in his size at a great price that I know he would wear, I buy it. All his favorite sweaters are $150 new and $8 on sale 2nd hand in fantastic condition. Yes, he will wear them to stack firewood, but they were $8, so who cares?
The colored dress shirts I buy here and there, on sale. I don’t buy his underwear, t-shirts, slacks or jeans. If he wants to wear Popeye PJs, it doesn’t bother me at all. I do try and make sure he has an extra pair of each type of shoe/slipper he normally wears because otherwise, he will get up in the morning and begin whinging about the flapping sole or the broken stitching in the pair he has worn to death and just ignored until his feet are wet or cold. It is so nice to just direct him to the boxes in his closet with the new shoes/slippers.
We have been together for over 40 years and this works for us. He does care, some of the time, but won’t think ahead. And he has never bought me any clothing. The mere thought sends him into a panic.
Hey, I’D make you a sandwich, but the chicken is still roasting and I haven’t bought the bread and lettuce yet.
:)
My wife picks them out. But by God I wear them!
Estrogen poisoning. I love it.
I have to tell everyone about an experience I had this afternoon. After lunch my husband took me out driving in Amish country so I could get some pictures. Down the road toward us came an open buggy with two teen age brothers out for an afternoon drive. They were wearing identical shirts of the brightest grass green broadcloth I have ever seen. Depending on the number of kids in the family Mom probably purchased the entire bolt. I wonder who else in the family wore nearly neon grass green to church this morning?
Ditto here.
She's also my barber and does a great job, including beard trimming. She did cut my ear once - with a comb, made it bleed profusely and she wasn't even mad at me at the time.
I wonder how much money I've saved in the past almost 50 years on hair cuts?
been married 55 years and the wife isn’t choosing my clothes yet!
Congratulations on your 55 year marriage, proving that yes, it can. be. done.
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