Post # 1
So the thread about things he does that you can’t help but laugh at was great.
But come on ladies. Admit to it. He does some stuff that makes you want to strangle him. It may not be big things. It won’t lead to divorce. But still. It drives you crazy. I know it does. You’re sitting behing your computer right now denying it. But just admit it. Here. I’ll break the ice.
He leaves his coffee spoon on the counter. EVERY. DAY.
He hangs his wet towel on top of my dry one. ON THE SAME HOOK.
He hang dries his clothes and then when he’s ready to wear them, he fluffs them in the dryer. And without fail, every day, he takes nicely folded towels out of the towel cabinet and puts them in the dryer to help his clothes fluff and NEVER puts them back.
Phew. I’m so glad I got that off my chest.
Post # 3
I’m not a morning person at all and mine talks nonstop first thing in the morning when all I want to do is drink my coffee in silence. The funny thing about it is he is a normally pretty quiet guy.
He also likes to wake me up when he’s awake by rubbing my leg or hip, usually in an effort to bang me first thing. Don’t get me wrong, I like affection from him and love sex with him, but don’t wake me up for it. I’m tired. Let me sleep.
And last, I don’t know WTF he does in the bathroom at night before bed, but the hand towel is SOAKED when he’s done. I know he’s not using it properly, because the counter is soaked too. I’ve asked him what goes on in there that requires that much use of water. I’ve asked if he was a duck, because it seems the water is not being absorbed into his skin.
Haha. Other than that, he’s perfect!
Post # 5
He puts the freaking ice cube tray back in the freezer when it’s EMPTY! FILL IT UP AGAIN!!!
Post # 6
@MrsBlueSeptember: haha thats great. I’m usually the talker first thing. When Eric gets home from a business trip, I usually tell him about my week in like 2 minutes. He love/hates it.
@kellmerr: Whaaaa? Who irons sweatpants?! I love it lol
@MalbecMe: Mine is actually pretty good about the ice tray. It’s pitchers of crystal light he cant handle. There’s always like.. less than half a cup left. It’s like.. Just add another packet and fill er up!
Post # 7
@MalbecMe: I’m guilty of this. FI always takes them out and fills them up again. Hehe.
Post # 8
chews with his mouth open! ugh his whole family does it and it absolutly drives me insane.
Post # 9
Every time my birth control alarm goes off on my phone, he runs over to me with my phone and waves it in my face, or taps me to the rhythm of the alarm, or sings the alarm. I’m like, “I CAN HEAR IT TOO, THANK YOU.”
Oh, also, no matter how deliciously I season a piece of chicken or pork, and how delectable it is, he covers it in BBQ sauce.
Post # 10
I found THIS last night:
Riiiight. I appreciate that he painted the patch on the wall, but I’m incredibly annoyed that he put the PAINT BRUSH on one towel of our ONLY GOOD SET OF MATCHING TOWELS. Christ on a cracker I could shake him sometimes.
Post # 11
@DaneLady: BAHAHAHAHA. I laughed out loud in annoying laugh and FI looked at me like I had lost it.
FI sometimes just doesn’t have confidence in himself and that drives me a little crazy. I, like DaneLady, want to shake him but for different reasons. FI is seriously the best man I’ve ever known and sometimes he thinks that I could be doing better in a life partner…FALSE!
Post # 12
@sweetpea87: Ha, my DH used to do that too when my BC pill alarm would go off. Or if it was on the weekend and I slept in and left my phone downstairs, when I would wake up, the pill pack would be on the staircase to remind me to take it. I was always kind of like, “thanks, but geez, I would have remembered it!”
Stuff he does now:
* Chews on his lips to get the dead skin off. It wouldn’t bother me, except it makes this weird, gross noise when he does it, and I can’t STAND mouth noises. (like if he chewed with his mouth open, like @mattsgirl813:‘s SO, I would die inside!)
* He’ll have like three drinks sitting on the coffee table – one that is new, and two others that he’s finished with. I can’t get him to go dispose of the old ones when he goes to get a new one. It’s like he’s collecting the cans/dirty glasses.
* He’ll put any and everything into the dishwasher, including a GIANT pot that takes up a whole half of the dishwasher rack by itself, in order to avoid doing dishes by hand. When he does do the dishes by hand, he won’t fill up the sink with soapy water. Instead, he squirts the soap directly onto each item, which seems wasteful to me. Whatever, at least he’s doing the dishes, right?
Post # 13
I can’t think of anything. This is sad. He’s too perfect. That’s it!!!!!!!!!!!!
(jk – but he really is awesome – I’ll keep thinking).
Post # 14
@sweetpea87: Oh, also, no matter how deliciously I season a piece of chicken or pork, and how delectable it is, he covers it in BBQ sauce.
^^This!!! Except with hot sauce instead of bbq. I don’t even think he can taste the food with all the hot sauce he puts on it. It drives me insane because it’s so insulting that he won’t even try my cooking before he slathers it with hot sauce.
Post # 15
@Bubu82: I know there’s a thread somewhere about this, but to a lot of people filling up the sink is the wrong way to do dishes lol. I can’t do them that way, it grosses me out!
Post # 16
What is with men and bathrooms?! I swear DH literally uses a roll of toilet paper a day. What on earth are you doing in there that uses an entire roll?!?!?! He also forgets to flush the toilet every now and then, and when I lift the lid, I just see a solid mass of toilet paper. I’ve taken to yelling at him to come flush it or leaving it until he gets home so if it gets plugged he has to stinking deal with it.
I’ll be in the middle of doing something and he’ll ask me to do something entirely different, and once I start doing that, he’ll ask me to do two other things. Like really? How many arms do I have?!
He also can’t find anything. Case in point: This morning I was a nice wife (even though he woke me up early for no good reason) and said he could take my truck to work rather than transit since I don’t have anywhere to go today. He spends 5 minutes looking for keys, through my purse, in my pockets, in the key spot, going on and on about where did I put them. Then I realize, wait, I didn’t go out yesterday, so that means DH was the last person to use the truck. Ya, they were in his pocket the whole time and I wouldn’t have been able to go out yesterday if I wanted to! Whenever he asks me where something is, it’s generally within 2 feet of him and he hasn’t bothered to look left or right. It makes me nuts!!!
But I do love him. I swear.