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silk, rayon, milk, crayon: us men really can't tell the difference. don't single out mr. lane for blame. i've had the same conversation with my wife from the store about 50 times. and i'm not exaggerating.
i'm sure having the kid drive was unnerving -- for me, when my son reaches driving age in 15 years, it won't be the safety, but the realization that he's a baby no more.
I didn't think I was that guy but Cathy clearly does not trust me to shop because of one error I made many years ago. And it was something I added to the list not something I omitted or substituted. Something I must have been hungry for that she swears we never ever use. So she does all the shopping and I make lists for her. Not a bad deal, really.
Oh, yeah, that's they guy! LOL What gets me is that I could tell you everything about the man in my life, head to toe. Likes, dislikes, preferences, sizes, etc... And if you asked him the same questions about me, you might think we'd never met before. I don't know what it was about this particular event that sticks out so much in my memory, but one night he stopped at McDonald's to grab us dinner. For years and years and years and years I've had one of two meals at McDonalds. 1.) Quarter pounder with cheese. 2.) Chicken tenders. He comes home with a Big Mac meal for me. I've had one Big Mac, ever (sometime in High School), and it wasn't my favorite. I haven't ordered one since. By this time, he and I had been dating for like 6 years. I just remember thinking...does he know me at ALL? He doesn't even know my McDonald's value meal preference! Sheesh.
Lois Lane,
That was great. It was like a scene out of my own life. My husband is exactly like that! If I get upset he says I should go to the store myself--He is right! I love how my husband has no idea what brands we use but if I try a new brand he'll say, "Is something wrong with this? I am not going to use that." I don't feel so alone now --Thanks 
Hmmm. Not polar opposites, but not clones either. I will be sent to the store with a list. I proof read the list first - looking for potential stumbling blocks. Mostly, I'll be so anal as to ask way too many questions - right down to size, color, packaging, expiration date, etc. My problem is the wife. Thursday night, we're making plans to order dinner out. She calls while I'm bowling, I get it on my way home. What do I want? Linguine & white clam sauce & wedding soup. She wrote it down. I could hear her spelling it as she wrote.
What did I get? Linguine all right, but with Minestrone soup. Normally not a big deal - I like lots of stuff. Except this place puts mushrooms in their minestrone (WTF ever heard of that?) I. Hate. Mushrooms. Always have, always will.
THis hapens way too often. "But honey, I thought you'd like . . . " How about I'd like what I asked for!?! Maybe that's why I asked for it!?!
Are you sure it's illegal to shoot them?
Sounds like you got control issues, girl. Where you reaching for the brake with your foot if Lane 1 got too close to something? I bet you were.
I'm not that guy. Years ago I took over the shopping duties since The Wife hates grocery shopping. I've learned that when it comes to "her" products (hair care, feminine stuff {yes, I do buy her tampons and pads}, etc,) I get what she tells me to get. I even know, for example, she only uses Dove unscented soap because it's gentle on her skin. However, for everything else she defers to me and I get what I want. My only obligation is to put something on "the list" if she tells me we're out.
You obviously married the wrong guy. If we'd met like 25 years ago, you'd be all hooked up.
Lo,
I WISH I was married to THAT guy!! The guy I'm married to is the one that loves me so much that he doesn't want to leave the house without me, and just the same I can't go without him!! It can be 8pm and I will be on my way home from work and he'll say "what do you want to do for dinner?" To which I say "Why don't you go get us something and that way by the time I get home you'll be home with dinner." To which he says "I'll just wait for you and we can go together." Which then puts dinner at 8:30pm! Then at that point I'd rather have shit on a fucking shingle!!
So I long for the day that I send Papa Roach to the store with the list and get the wrong stuff.....
Anywho I love him all the same!!
Love ya sista!
Ang
p.s. here's to chunky applesauce!! EVERYTIME!!
Oh, it definitely isn't just your guy! Mr. kenju (before the stroke) had to have a list that was very detailed, like yours only more so. And he would still get most of it wrong. He would come home and I'd say..."Well, where are the potato chips?" and he'd say..."The were out." That was his way of saying he couldn't find them.
BTW, just for a little fun, here's a song to go with your post. One of my fave Queen tunes, I Go Crazy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i...h?
v=iP9747MOmc4
Here's a little taste:
I wouldn't mind the postman if the neighbours didn't know
Or the gas man the electric man - man to fix the car
I'd have to let it go
But you had to bring me down for a rock 'n roll clone
Leave me like a sucker standing all alone
Did you have to run off with that rolling stone?
You have some big comments going here. I'm not sure what this post is about, I didn't make it past the part in the first paragraph where you said you do anal.
I will send Ken to the store for like 3 items and he will come home with like 9 bags of stuff...4 different kinds of milk (said I wasn't specific when I wrote down milk) 6 boxes of cereal cause he couldn't remember what Ash ate...and so on...hes so wierd like that...
Ashley asked him to take her to the store to get an Easter dress, I said nothing to grown-up or more than 60 bucks since she will only wear it once...he comes home with a strapless, clingy number that cost 160...so yeah he shops BADLY lol
I saw that one coming!
Men!
*rolls eyes and smiles*
(I love not being married more than words can say...)
HAH!
I cry fowl!
Maybe I don't always bring home the exact right brand or whatever, but I also would in no way be able to send Mrs A to the Auto parts store to buy a tune-up kit for the car, or to the Hardware Store to buy 10 penny nails.
Well, he's right about something. Silk does taste like ass...
In our house I do the shopping list AND the shopping. If I left it to hubby to do the shopping I'd never get any brands I want, he would ONLY buy the cheapest crap on sale or else he wouldn't buy anything at all if it wasn't on sale no matter how badly we needed it.
He's a miser. *sigh*
Unplanned events don't always go well.
Confusing Silk - in the material dept. or in the dairy section - is a common malady, isn't it.
Funny post.
I haven't been here in a long time. I rediscovered you over at Hoss' place.
Have a Happy Easter.
I'm late but Happy Easter!!
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Of course I'm the same way. I was banned from grocery shopping for the longest time because -- if I went while hungry -- I'd come home with all sorts of extra things on which to munch.
(This ban did not bother me all that much.)
Now, if I'm sent, I ask for specific instructions -- the more specific the better -- including aisle locations.
Everything my wife sends me for seems to be on a bottom shelf and I never ever see it the first six or seven times through.
I almost always have to ask for help, too.
However, given enough time, and a short enough list, I now generally can do the job. But Younger Daughter always gets something wrong -- so it's not just a guy thing.
damn I need to stop by more often. I have laughed five times in the last three minutes reading here. Thanks!
omg - this hits so close to home it's almost painful to read... i can't..i can't read it... ok ill finish...
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