My wife always borrows my razor, dulls the crap out of it and then doesn’t bother to put it back on my sink. So I have to reach over the bath tup and get MY razor back.
The other thing she does is when I am leaning over to kiss her when she is on her side(sorta of asleep) she has a sudden jerk reation and almost knocks me out with her elbow.
She also takes my money or worse my credit card out of my wallet while I am asleep. Then I take a client to lunch boom no credit card and worse I get the bill when she gets it. How can someone spent 700 in a month at Kmart I’ll never know?
This thing he does. This really annoying thing. He Breathes.
Just kidding Houseman, ya know I love you!
Just the other day my daughter and I were discussing (in front of hubby, it’s just not worth doing if he’s not hearing) the really annoying habit he has of telling you to do something after you’ve started doing it.
Me, turning on water in kitchen sink. Hubby: Why don’t you wash the dishes?
Daughter pulling bookbag from behind sofa. Hubby:Girl, when are you going to do your homework?
-leaves light on EVERYWHERE, all the time
-lets out exasperated sighs when I’m on line - ESPECIALLY when I’m on this board
-decides things need to be cleaned NOW - usually when I’m trying to do other things… Like eat breakfast
-scrapes up dog hair from the carpet with his foot rather than getting out the vacuum cleaner
-does daughter’s chores when she doesn’t do them right rather than making her do them again
None of these are biggies, but they make me crazy!!!
I heard a female comedian years ago talking about when someone starts getting on your nerves so much that it seems like everything they do is annoying. Her husband asked her what was bothering her. She said, “It’s the breathing…in and out…in and out.” My husband and I say this to each other when one of us is acting grumpy for no real reason…we’re just being annoyed. It makes us laugh.
Anyway, the thing that most bugs me is when he empties something - milk, a package of cookies, whatever. He doesn’t put it in the trashcan. He puts the empty container on the counter beside the trashcan. Grrrrrrrr. :mad:
My husband drives me crazy on a daily basis. I love the man but honestly he’s insane. My husband gets lost in Wal-Mart! Ok every Wal-Mart is pretty much laid out the same. I’ll tell him that I am going to look in the kids department and somehow he can’t find me. I’ll find him out in the lawn department mad at me for hiding. He’ll fuss the whole way back to the check-outs about how I shouldn’t leave him alone in Wal-Mart.
My husband teaches me 3 and 2 year old neat stuff like how to pick your nose then wipe it on people. My kids are gross now and it’s all thanks to Daddy!
My husband forgets everything that I tell him then accuses me of keeping secrets from him. His sister called in September and told him she was pregnant. Well not even two days later I mention her being pregnant and he screams that he’s never told anything because he had no idea she was pregnant. He still is shocked when I tell him she’s pregnant. He forgets the names of the nieces and nephews on his side and claims I change their names around until he’s confused.
He also leaves lights on and turns up the heat when I am not around. I come home from work at night and he’s got the heat on 90 because he got cold. Everything in the house is turned on as loud as it will go because he was upstairs and couldn’t hear either tv up there. He also usually leaves the alarm on and every door in the house locked because he heard a sound and got scared. Usually that sound was me pulling into the garage but I guess that is a scary sound when your 30 years old and home alone.
My husband thinks that if we have discussed something, we have agreed to actually go ahead and do it. Case in point: Me: Should we invite your parents for Thanksgiving this year? Him: I don’t know, they probably wouldn’t come, Grandma’s been sick. END of conversation. No more said about the subject until a week later, when I get an e-mail at work from Hubby telling me that he’s asked his parents to come and they said sure, they’d love to. Me: You went ahead and asked them??? Him: Well, we talked about it… He does this stuff constantly. Any minor, half-assed conversation about something is a go ahead as far as he’s concerned because “we talked about it”.
And he reads me ENTIRE COLUMNS out of the sports section of the paper. Like I care about sports in the first place (well, OK, baseball, but that’s it). Not just a clever comment or sentence (and there are oh so many of those in the sports section, ha ha)but the whole freaking column.
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[li]Walks in the room while I’m watching a TV show and just takes the remote and changes the channel. Without asking.[/li]
[li]Yells from the other room “Change the channel to such and such - so and so’s on” and then walks in the room and does it himself because he thinks I’m going to be really into that instant replay, boy![/li]
[li]Tells me, when I’ve come home from a 10 hour day, walked in and done the dishes, made dinner and straightened up that I “never do a damn thing around the house - you just come home, sit down, watch TV and drink beer”. This from the jerk who has been home all day making said messes and NOT working. And drinking all the beer.[/li]
[li]Accuses me of smoking all the cigarettes - hey pal, I smoke a total of three at work, and POSSIBLY half a pack at home per day - YOU opened the other two packs. What happened to them???[/li]
[li]Seasons food the way he likes it - and is angry with those who don’t like it seasoned that way. Not everyone wants tons of garlic in every dish. This escapes him for some reason.[/li]
[li]Loses his temper, screams and yells, and then, 10 minutes later when it’s all forgotten as far as he’s concerned, can’t understand why I’m pissed off at him. It just goes right over the point on his head![/li]
[li]Performs a chore outside - e.g. fixing something on the truck - and then expects an emmy award or something. Big freakin deal! I did everything else this weekend![/li]
[li]Refuses to butt out and let me fight the battles I choose to fight with my son - no, dear, you do NOT have a say in everything. If I say he can stay up later on a certain night, you do not have the right to butt in.[/li]
[li]Will NOT turn off the freaking TV at night - dear you are ASLEEP! I cannot GO to sleep with this damn thing on. SHUT IT OFF.[/li]
[li]Actually gets mad at me when I go in the bedroom to watch a show I want to watch when he is in the living room watching what he wants to watch. For some reason, he seems to think that there’s something really, really wrong with me that I don’t want to necessary watch what he’s watching.[/li][/ul]
:::M2U wanders away, humming “The Breakup Song”:::
We’ve only been married for 8 months so my husband hasn’t had the time to develop too many annoying habits. (That, and he’s away 6 months of the year, so I tend to forgive him rather easily!) The thing that annoys me the most, though, is insisting that the fine layer of fallen leg and chest hairs all over the house comes from me! I find these hairs everywhere (he’s rather furry and has a continual supply) and they are very clearly not of feminine origin. I know he only does this to annoy me but I’m a sucker for it.
I’m not sure why, but when I saw this thread title I thought of Ellen Degeneres.
Seriously, pointing out my wife’s quirks would be sexual suicide. So instead, here’s how I annoy her:
breathing. Sometimes she just wants to be annoyed.
hogging the covers. I don’t do it on purpose, but it happens.
moving. I need to be in constant motion, either tapping on something, shaking my leg, or some other outlet.
watching the wrong TV show in bed ("That’s not a nine o’clock show!)
watching Iron Chef or the Three Stooges.
hogging the phone line whilst on the internet. This plans to be my strategy when cable modem service comes to our area.
not having an opinion/having an opinion. Usually, I’m not that picky, especially when it comes to home-decor/shoes. Odds are if she likes it, I’ll like it. So if she asks me to choose between two things and I say “It doesn’t matter,” she gets upset. Yet if I happen to actually have a preference, you guessed it, she gets upset.
being right. I’ll admit it, I know some cool shit. And what I don’t know, I can frequently make-up. The only times she calls me on it though is usually when I speak of fact not fiction.
(former)Roommate [we were together long enough to be married, and actually outlasted several bona fide marriages]
would (and still does, since not everything has been moved out yet):
tell me I had selective hearing (I have significant hearing loss in one ear and can hear if you are talking at or to me, not away from me. Of course I am only going to hear part of what you say if you turn away from me, dip!)
repeat himself (or worse, someone else) three or four times if he didn’t think you heard what he said [even when I acknowledged him, as per the above]. (No, we heard the joke the first time; it’s just not funny, even the third time around.)
throw all the dry-clean only clothes in the washer, even when I had them set aside to take to the cleaners (silks and wools should not be washed, especially together, and especially not on warm or hot). :mad:
shave and leave the little hairs in the sink without cleaning them up.
leave the shower handle turned to ‘scalding’ (never used up all the hot water, at least)
watch one tv show all the way through without switching during the commercials or during the show to see what else was one (drove me nuts, since I am the channel flipper in the house).
That’s the major stuff. I don’t want to be bitter.
I love the guy because he puts up with me. That said, if I were forced to name complaints, He:
Throws away every piece of paper that he doesn’t recognize as important. Receipts, rebate forms, my lover’s phone number… I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been out in the garage picking through the trash for something like that.
When reading the paper, asks me annoying number-oriented trivia questions for which I have no rational basis for guessing. As in “Guess how many grams of coke this 12-yr old was arrested for having!” “Guess how much this Van Gogh just sold for!” “Guess how many times greater California’s GDP is compared to Burkino Faso!” “Guess how many square feet of parking they’re planning for the new casino!” ARGH! I don’t mind getting the trivia, but I abhor the guessing game!
And number one beef? Rubs his feet together. Rasp, rasp, rasp …
[crushes her computer mouse to dust just thinking about it]
Being habitually late. He’s off work at nine, and he works 6 minutes away from home. It takes him an hour to get here. He’s the only guy I know that has taken four hours to pick up milk. He goes to put gas in the car, and decides to go shopping while he’s out. And almost always without phoning. He can’t imagine why I’d like to know when he’s going to be late. Going out with him is the same thing. He says that we’ll be back by 3, so I tell the babysitter we’ll hopefully be back before 6. Of course, if I’m more than 15 minutes late without phoning, he’s pacing the bloody floor. I have to admit that sometimes I dawdle when I’m out and don’t phone, just to make him pace the floor once in a while. Not the most mature way to handle it, I know.
He procrastinates. I ask him to do something, like take out the stack of newspapers, and MONTHS later I pay one of the neighbor kids to do it. After he’s promised me almost everyday for months to do it himself. Once in a while, he actually complains that I paid to get them taken out. “I was gonna do it!”. Yeah. Right. Maybe when I’m dead…
He has know idea where he puts things. He cleans up the table, and everything that was on it has disappeared into another dimension. He has no memory of touching anything. Anything he touches and moves is pretty much gone.
Now that I’ve complained, let me tell you that he has a billion wonderful traits, and often sacrifices for my comfort. Can I handle the above? Yeah. I get annoyed sometimes, but he makes up for it.
Not married, but lived with a woman for a while. Whenever she wanted to have a conversation in bed, she would never roll over to look at me when she spoke. Do you know how hard it is to hear a soft voice being projected the other direction, often right into a pillow? Then she would get mad if I asked her to repeat herself. So, I ended up propped on my elbow craning over her shoulder. Major uncomfortable, and we had some marathon sessions. I think I still have the arm cramps from those days!
Current girlfriend–doesn’t understand that it is to her distinct advantage to listen to me when I tell her I am not in the mood for further arguing/discussion on a given subject. I’m pretty patient, but like most guys I reach a point where I shut down, close off, and the stubborness gets set. I tell her “Look, I’ve reached my limit, if we talk about this later I can be much more understanding. I need a little time to get my nice, easy-going self back.”
Of course, she knows exactly what buttons to push to shut me down. She pushes them on purpose (she even admits this), and then wonders why I don’t respond the way she wants. She would rather keep going while I’m past the point of listening. She should know by now that a meaningful conversation needs two willing participants.
