I made up a cross reference for the fridge that you could pull up the kind of sandwhich I was eating and how I wanted it fixed. Bread, cheeses, spreads and veges all included. It lasted 1 minute before she trashed it.
One question.
Who was actually supposed to fix the sandwich, you or your wife?
She made my lunch every day but could never get how I like my sandwiches. Things like roast beef, chicken or turkey would always end up with mustard on them or yellow cheese for instance, I like the mayo and white cheese with them just for an example. If you are thinking make my own, I have plenty of duties I performed for her.
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I’m a firm believer that the most fundamental maintenance you can do to your car is the most neglected - keep it clean. It’s one of those things everyone scoffs at and says takes too much time, then grouses when their car rusts sooner than they expect, or smells weird, or looks like crap, or doesn’t fetch top value at trade-in.
So I think the portable pressure washer is brilliant - I can wash a car in about 15 minutes without leaving the building parking lot, when typically I spent at least that much time driving to a wash bay and waiting in line, plus $3. Everyone else rolls their eyes. I’ve had a car re-painted - taking care of the finish is simpler, cheaper, and easier.
If you thought posting a list of written instructions to your wife on how you wanted her to make your sandwiches was a good idea, then I’m voting for insane.
Bolding mine.
Sounds to me like someone is a bit touchy and/or defensive.
Not really. We each have assumed certain jobs in the household. Making the morning lunches for work is one she took to on her own. I posted this thread for humor purposes to point out bad choices we may have made.
My ex husband thought it would be a good idea to critique the dinner I prepared each evening.
Three weeks of TV dinners convinced him the error of his ways.
Someone gave me a broken iPhone that wouldn’t phone anymore. It was perfect as I only need to occasionally text. Hubby set it up to text and put a game and a bunch of apps on it for me. After a little while I went and trashed a whole slew of them, as they were just cluttering things up, to my mind. Since then Xmas came with an ipad mini for moi, so I never touch the iPhone anymore.
So last weekend I returned from visiting my niece in the city, and was sharing all the cool things she taught me to do on my device, chatter, chatter, chatter, you get the idea.
So I mention one of the apps that she had showed me, and I was much enjoying, that I knew full well I had trashed from my phone previously. He started to twitch a little. I thought his head might explode!
Buying horse property so we could get a pet rhinoceros.
Naming one of our children “Lord.”
Cutting our bath mirror into small tiles to build an Archimedes solar death ray. (Years prior to those damn copycat mythbusters!)
Buying a small gas scooter for the sole purpose of riding it on an upcoming 2,300 mile road trip I needed to make because “it’ll pay for itself in the first week!”
Jumping off an unreasonably tall cliff into a lake because “it’s leap day!” And “I’m pretty sure I jumped off this when I was a kid.” (A topo map later revealed that the cliffs I jumped from were about 275 feet lower, at the base of this cliff)
Holding the new baby in past due date so she could have 11/11/11 as a birthdate.
Building a large CNC plasma cutter in the garage out of MDF and parts from eBay and Home Depot.
Adding a bell tower to our house.
Buying a trailer park and then doubling lot rents once low income residents place trailers in them.
Growing and maintaining grass and landscaping at abandoned homesites in 2006 as an improvement to make an argument for adverse possession after 7 years.
Opening a laundromat that serves beer and is a strip club.
Hording solid copper pennies for their intrinsic scrap value.
Her telling my mom “why buy the cow when I’m getting the milk for free, kno’msayin??” when she kept asking if we were ever going to get married.
Placing KWANZAA decorations in our yard instead of Christmas lights.
Buying a $3,500 home in Detroit sight unseen because we wouldn’t have a mortgage anymore and we could retire (poorly) in our 30’s.
There are others.
Buying a refrigerator dolly at Costco for $50. She thought that was nuts and we should just rent one when we rented the truck. I pointed out we were moving 3 times in the next 2 years… since then, it’s seen nearly constant use as our friends now know of us as “the guys with the refrigerator dolly…” best $50 I ever spent.
Not legally wife but certainly significant other.
Pretty much every GOD DAMN FUCKING FUCKING thing I did.
I would be so proud I did or was doing thing X right. And keep in mind doing it “right” often meant me spending more time/effort than if I did a half assed “good enough for gubment work” level of effort.
And while doing it, I pretty much always got endless shit from the SO how I was doing it wrong even though the bitch didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about…
Fucking stupid bitch.
She is now recently my EX. I think the more astute readers can figure out why.
Because you wanted to do everything the long way?
We’ve always enjoyed camping and boating. But prefer the kind of camping done pulling a trailer with all the comforts of home (esp. air conditioning).
I thought it would be cool to combine the two, and she was a little skeptical when I started welding framing for a hitch and putting additional wiring on the camper so I could pull the boat behind it. She thought the idea of a triple-vehicle, 70-foot “road train” was a little daft, but is now a firm believer after many fun weekends at the lake. 
I think this is genius also. Where did you get it? By the way, the battery and charger look exactly like the Ryobi ONE+ batteries for cordless tools sold in Home Depot (in case you want extra batteries)
My wife bought a Magic Bullet (“as seen on TV!”) when we already had a blender. I thought it was a ridiculous purchase, but she uses it practically every day – certainly far, far more than we ever used our blender.
I love this. OTOH, I’m not married to you, so it’s just entertainment to me.
Whats wrong with that, I would prefer someone I was with tell me if there was something minor I could do to make their lives easier and better.
Are you sure you don’t actually mean…
“I would prefer to constantly tell the someone I’m with if there is something minor they could do to make my life easier and better.” ?
Because that’s how it sounds.
Oh, I dunno…I think once would be enough!