Perhaps he had Tourettes Syndrome?
My husband changes the TV channel whenever a commercial comes on. Then he gets interested in the new channel and doesn’t go back to the first show, or at least not until another commercial comes on and by then you’ve missed something important. I’ve learned to just never enjoy anything that’s on.
However, when we’re in the car, I must fiddle with the radio until I have picked out the very best song that’s currently on, and after about 30 seconds I need to do it again, because maybe some of the other channels are playing something different now. So he’s learned to never enjoy anything on the radio.
My ex-husband, I could write you a book about. But to pick just one thing, he screamed with all his might whenever he sneezed. He’s been dead for years and I’m *still *pissed off about it!
I feel sorry for my neighbor’s wife. Her husband is one of those people can bore a stone into exasperated tears. He tells the exact same stories over and over again, with the same inflections and dramatic (to him) pauses. Even if you tell him that he’s already told you that story, the ‘play’ button has been pushed, and the recording must reach the end. Now, it’s bad enough to be the neighbor, but his wife has to have heard all of these stories at least a thousand times or more; hell, I’ve heard most all of them at least three times. I’ve heard her say to him “And the point of the story is. . .?” or “The short version, John. Please.” How they’re still together after all these years is a mystery to me.
My ex: whenever he remembered something he had forgotten, or saw something alarming (like an oncoming truck in our lane) his first reaction was OH SHIT. The problem was he used the very same inflection for oh shit,(I meant to wear my green shirt today) and oh, shit (THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE). He could never see that the shirt problem did not deserve a shouted OH SHIT.
Your WIFE does that? I thought only husbands did that.
(ducks for cover)
My wife tells me all about the NPR story she heard, making that a “3rd Generation Don’t Give a Fuck” one-sided discussion.
And then there is everything my teenager does…
While growing up, mom drove the household nuts by loudly squealing “Oh… God love it!” every time one of our cats did something she thought was adorable… like licking it’s paw. And the woman was an atheist, go figure.
Dad on the other hand was like a living cartoon character. His antics drove me (and I’m sure others) crazy. There are too many life long examples… I’ll just give a random one. One day mom asked him to clean the kitchen floor, because she was a little sick. Dad wanted to do a spectacular job so he decided to scour the floor with cleanser. When the floor dried it was dull and gritty. He decided the solution to that problem would be to give the floor a very good coating of spray polyurethane (Krylon). That evening mom (wearing nightgown and slippers) made her way into the kitchen. She slid across the floor and flew right down the steps to the basement. The rescue squad was called and transported her to the hospital. Fortunately nothing was broken. So many more dad stories I could tell.
My Wife will sweep up the laundry room only to leave a small pile of debris. Doesn’t do the final task of actually sweeping it into a dustpan and dispose of it. So, it just gets spread around again buy us or our dogs.
My stepmother likes water with ice in it. That part’s fine.
She also likes to eat ice. That’s fine too, other than a few times when the noise makes it hard for me to hear something.
What’s NOT fine, though, is that she won’t wait to drink all the water before eating the ice. She dips her hand into the water, pulls out an ice cube, and eats it. WHY???
I have my own, but then I read this. Yes. YES!!!
I like to have an empty milk jug in the house. When I do dishes, or wash my hands, or whatever, I run water into the milk jug until the water gets hot. Then I can save that water to water plants, or cats, or make coffee. I’m not wasting water; I’m saving money on the water bill. Where is (are) the milk jug(s)? He threw it (them) away.
I cannot tell you how many things I have “lost” in the last 5 years. At least six packs of assorted sandpaper. Three sets of those little craft “sponges on a stick.” Plastic putty knives. Seed packets. Seeds from neighbor’s plants. Where are these things?! I do not know. They were PUT AWAY.
For my own… this ever-so-tidy man will NOT put a trash bag in the can after he takes out the trash. He is “too busy taking out the trash” to put a new bag in the can. He took it out, after all, so it is my responsibility to put in the new one.
If the bags were kept in another room, I might be more understanding. But the bags are under the sink. Next to the trash can! The bags are a little less than 3 feet away from the can, you don’t even have to move to grab a bag!
Every day I do the dishes; no one puts yesterday’s dishes away for me… but every three days he takes out the trash, and it’s a group effort?! WTF!!! :mad:
How about calling (shouting, really) to you from another room or part of the house and expecting you to move to him/her? I refuse to yell back. I’ve just stopped responding at all.
I’m trying to motivate you to publish the complete list. You leave me wanting for more 