“Okay, please may I concede defeat on a topic that you know absolutely fucking nothing about?”
I used to work in construction. My wife loves to start a sentence with “Why don’t you just….” then end it with a proposal that will cost more than our net worth, violate multiple building codes, and possibly defy the laws of physics. I’ve learned to respond with “Let me see what I can do.”
There's a genre of "married people" Instagram content consisting entirely of humor reels regarding the terror and dread that husbands feel when they see their wife walking around the house with a tape measure or taking out the ladder. Kinda in the funny bc it's true category.
There's sort of a bizarre disconnect in that "guy with construction/building/handyman skills" is on virtually no single woman's list of things she looks for or cares about in dating, or that even really crosses her mind, and no one talks about it. But then among married Millennials and Gen X, the heterosexual dynamic of wives coming up with renovation and project ideas and the husband going to Home Depot a minimum of once a week and making them happen is a huge dynamic and half the conversations in married people land are about whatever project you're currently working on in your house or yard. Our furnace went out last year and my husband replaced the entire HVAC system himself, saving us $20k and I pretty much thought he walked on water after that.
The original quote there, is closer to what I have come to say these days.
The other day Wifey tried to tell me why the dishwasher wasn't actually cleaning the dishes. My standard response was given: "You don't know what you're talking about."
I am a mechanical engineer by education and early jobs. I am a software engineer professionally these days. Probably like Meth, I had repaired nearly every, non-proprietary device in our first home, but less so the microprocessor garbage of this day in our current home. Basic construction, plumbing and electric included. I truly "know how things work".
She persisted. Grrr.
OK.
1) I don't give a shit what the Bosch dickhead said, NOTHING cleans off dried on egg yolk.
2) The thing was so badly caked with residual gunk, that it took me an hour to clean it before actually testing it for myself (it worked adequately).
3) Related to #1: rinse the fucking dishes before loading.
4) Related to #1 & #3: the dishwasher is NOT a storage unit; cycle it every night; fuck the 5 gallons of water.
5) Preheat the water before launching (even though the WH is set at 125F).
6) Have I already mentioned that you don't know what you're talking about?
Well you are right, nothing gets dried egg yolk off! I learned that a long time ago when my car got egged once, and then baked in the sun. It did not matter how many car washes I took it through, that was never coming off. 😊
“Okay, please may I concede defeat on a topic that you know absolutely fucking nothing about?”
I used to work in construction. My wife loves to start a sentence with “Why don’t you just….” then end it with a proposal that will cost more than our net worth, violate multiple building codes, and possibly defy the laws of physics. I’ve learned to respond with “Let me see what I can do.”
There's a genre of "married people" Instagram content consisting entirely of humor reels regarding the terror and dread that husbands feel when they see their wife walking around the house with a tape measure or taking out the ladder. Kinda in the funny bc it's true category.
There's sort of a bizarre disconnect in that "guy with construction/building/handyman skills" is on virtually no single woman's list of things she looks for or cares about in dating, or that even really crosses her mind, and no one talks about it. But then among married Millennials and Gen X, the heterosexual dynamic of wives coming up with renovation and project ideas and the husband going to Home Depot a minimum of once a week and making them happen is a huge dynamic and half the conversations in married people land are about whatever project you're currently working on in your house or yard. Our furnace went out last year and my husband replaced the entire HVAC system himself, saving us $20k and I pretty much thought he walked on water after that.
The original quote there, is closer to what I have come to say these days.
The other day Wifey tried to tell me why the dishwasher wasn't actually cleaning the dishes. My standard response was given: "You don't know what you're talking about."
I am a mechanical engineer by education and early jobs. I am a software engineer professionally these days. Probably like Meth, I had repaired nearly every, non-proprietary device in our first home, but less so the microprocessor garbage of this day in our current home. Basic construction, plumbing and electric included. I truly "know how things work".
She persisted. Grrr.
OK.
1) I don't give a shit what the Bosch dickhead said, NOTHING cleans off dried on egg yolk.
2) The thing was so badly caked with residual gunk, that it took me an hour to clean it before actually testing it for myself (it worked adequately).
3) Related to #1: rinse the fucking dishes before loading.
4) Related to #1 & #3: the dishwasher is NOT a storage unit; cycle it every night; fuck the 5 gallons of water.
5) Preheat the water before launching (even though the WH is set at 125F).
6) Have I already mentioned that you don't know what you're talking about?
Net result: I fucking gave up... new dishwasher.
Well you are right, nothing gets dried egg yolk off! I learned that a long time ago when my car got egged once, and then baked in the sun. It did not matter how many car washes I took it through, that was never coming off. 😊
These are quite wonderful!
You got a keeper.
Your husband is adorable! (I also think I'm starting to understand why you have the attitudes towards sexuality that you do)
I had been doubting my decision not to get married. Thank you for reinforcing it.