I was arguing that tsunamis are often called tidal waves and that he knew what I was talking about when I said tidal wave even though I know that tidal wave is an incorrect term when referring to tsunamis.
I was arguing that quicksand isn’t like lightning sand from The Princess Bride but that it does really exist and has to do with saturation levels. He said it was a movie invention because he thought I was referring to movie type quick death quicksand.
Now that I’ve typed them out, all our issues have to do with miscommunication, not really fighting.
I put it on the shelf in the refrigerator. So what does he do? He goes over, opens the fridge, picks it up and PUTS IT ON THE DOOR.
WTF? Why can’t he just leave things alone?! It doesn’t MATTER where the f*ing mayonnaise jar is! It doesn’t care where it is, I don’t care where it is, only HE cares where it is!
Besides, I CAN PUT THE DAMNED MAYONNAISE JAR ANYWHERE I WANT!!!
I could be perpetuating a myth, but IIRC one of the primary factors in the divorce of James Cameron and Linda Hamilton was Cameron’s habit of leaving the cap off the toothpaste tube.
Easy. After seeing cigarette prices advertised on convenience store:
jsgoddess: How can they charge so much more for Marlboros? Marketing?
jsgod: Dunno.
jsgoddess: Are they better than Brand X?
jsgod: Dunno.
jsgoddess: But you used to smoke. What brand did you smoke?
jsgod: Whatever was available.
jsgoddess: Were some better than others?
jsgod: Dunno.
jsgoddess: You don’t know if some were better than others?
jsgod: I didn’t like menthol.
jsgoddess: But between the name brands and off brands, were the name brands better?
jsgod: No.
jsgoddess: So why do people pay more?
jsgod: 'Cause they know the names.
jsgoddess: So it’s marketing.
jsgod: Dunno.
jsgoddess: scream of rage
See UncleBeer, you understand.
You know, if you’d told me at the time that I’d be laughing about it two years down the road I’d have called you a liar and a fool. But here I am, laughing away. I consider it, in hindsight, to be the absolute pinnacle of the ridiculousness that was my marriage. If fighting over trading baby goods for crack ain’t a wake-up-call for the oblivious (namely, ME), I don’t know what is!
[sub]ps–now that you’re not modding, who am I supposed to consider my local delegate? huh? Well? Did you even stop to think about that? :D[/sub]
I think the dumbest fight I’ve ever had with a man involved the dilemma of getting up and moving to the bedroom, or just having sex in the living room. I can no longer remember why, but I do remember that I won, we stayed in the living room, and I got a serious rugburn for my efforts.
if6was9 and I have argued about Pete Rose getting into the HOF since before we got together. It’s a recurring argument, and we know each other’s points, but for some reason, we simply cannot NOT argue about it… :rolleyes:
Walk into the apartment…to IT playing video games…La-Z-Boy pulled up to the tv, feet propped on either side of the TV.
The reason: the water flooding into the apartment…he didn’t want to get his feet wet. Now did he call Service??? did he call me at work??? No…he plays Big Game Hunter…not even something that has T&A like Tomb Raider sigh
I had water in the bedroom closet, the bathroom, the kitchen and the living room…it was NOT pretty.
My ex spent most of his life in Woodbridge, VA. We met and married in DC and ended up living not too very far from his parents’. One of our first arguments started because he was mad because the Washington Redskins played in RFK and that was almost Maryland and it wasn’t fair that he had to drive all that way to go to the games.
I pointed out to him that they were the Washington Redskins, not the Virginia Redskins. He didn’t get it. It wasn’t faaaaAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIiiiiir that he had to drive all that way.
A former girlfriend and I actually had a fight on whether or not we just had a fight. Seriously. I don’t even remember what the “non-fight” was about (we can see which side I argued,) but I do know that just after she made some comment about how we were a real couple now because we had our first fight. We didn’t, but that fight we did have was our first fight.
Christmas morning. All the presents are unwrapped and we’re cleaning up the debris, and I pick out a few boxes that I want to save. He says we have too many boxes. I say that we don’t have any boxes of this size and shape.
We proceed to start yelling at each other about the number of boxes we have or need to save, ending with him, in a screaming rage, emptying the closet under the stairs of every box we had. And me, with boxes flying across the room, sorting the huge pile while the children watch in awe.
