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I hate way the missus hates the way I hang the washing out.
Have just spent the last 20 minutes or so washing drying & putting away a myriad of pots, pans, plates and cutlery which apparently were required to cook a single course f*cking meal.
I am sure I could have prepared & served it with about a third of this.
I dearly love Mrs Jakarta but even after 20 years of marriage this sort of shit drives me crazy - am I alone?
Yeah it's pretty annoying when you're just about to fire up Pornhub.The other thing that drives me nuts is the Procrastination Act e.g. 'I'm off to Chichester/Horsham to do some shopping'.
Rather than getting the car keys and waving me goodbye she doesn't actually leave and will still be hanging around the house an hour later doing something clearly vital to our lives but unknown to me.
Very often she then decides she doesn't need to go today in any case. WTF?
No, not at all. I call the wench, 12 pot carbonara. F**k knows how she makes so much mess when making dinner and manages to use almost every pot and pan in the kitchen. Drives me nuts.
Mine's the same - I hang it up and then she re hangs it. It's still going to dry whatever way it hangs!
But at least I get to spend some quality time with Alexa.
I assume that's that amazon echo device, and not the name of your bit on the side?
I hate way the missus hates the way I hang the washing out.
Sounds like mine. I swear she can't so much as boil an egg without using every pot, pan, saucepan and utensil in the entire kitchen. And the amount of HAVOC strewn across the kitchen sides as she cooks has to be seen to be believed. Empty packets, open containers, lids, blobs, cutlery, entrails, straw, gravel, roadkill, you name it.
Now when I cook, I obsessively clear up as I go along, so the only bit of washing up there is left to do are the plates, knives and forks that we've just used. She is the complete opposite though, and of course if she's cooked, I'm the one left with the clearing up.
But at least I get to spend some quality time with Alexa.
My evening started by stubbing my little toe in a HUGE way on a Door Frame such that it now looks like Mike Tyson's hence my mood was not improved by the pile of washing up that confronted me.
Happily a glass of Malbec has taken the edge off things... Mrs J forgiven.
I assume that's that amazon echo device, and not the name of your bit on the side?