You know you have too much spare time...
...when this is a huge problem in your life:
Every time my husband does the dishes I see red. I was taught to do the glasses first and the silverware next because they touch your mouth. My husband does the plates and bowls first, then the glasses and silverware...Also, when I vacuum, he always tells me I should dust first, then vacuum. I vacuum, then dust.
This twit actually took time out of her day to write Dear Abby about this. She sees "red" because her husband does the dishes backwards? And of course you should dust before you vacuum, why would you want to suck up the filth and then just wipe more on the carpet? That's a no brainer but the dishes thing is a crock of shit. If you're THAT concerned about becoming contaminated from your own family members...maybe the dishes aren't your biggest problem. And, if someone really thinks that germs only live on glasses and silverware they have a lot to learn about one celled organisms.
This is just the type of stupid letter that ends up getting a million more stupid letters sent to Dear Abby who will, in turn, dedicate at least 2 more days to this stupidity. One day for those who think the wife is doing the dishes wrong herself and another for all those widows who wish that they "could have my wonderful husband back to wash his filthy dishes one more time". So, all in all, the nit wit who wrote the letter will waste 3 days worth of Dear Abby. That just gets my dander up.
Transition...(just for you, JQ) I have my grandkids here for the weekend and they've finally fallen asleep. Their father fell asleep before they did, then the girl, and finally the little boy. I'm too much of a wimp to make them go to bed so I just let them hang out with me until they fall down. This is the very first holiday that we will have the kids...if nothing happens to annoy the charming mother.
I've had a great time with those munchkins all evening and I'm going to keep on doing just that. They are too much fun and I see them far too rarely so I spoil them rotten. They've pretty much broken all of my crayons and taken all of my Happy Meal toys. I argued with many a 3 year old to keep my Happy Meal toys, they all seem to think that any adult who finds a toy in their lunch will naturally give it to a kid. Well, I didn't...until I got these critters. They've gotten all of my play toys...now I'm waiting for them to notice my board games. They already lost half of a Monopoly Game that I've had forever and they don't even know how to play it yet. I know they'll want my Battleship Game as soon as they realize what it is. And, being the marshmallow that I am...they'll get that before too long.
OK, I better go to sleep before the kids wake up...even if they stayed awake until 11, they'll still be up with the sun. I THINK I may have fixed a problem that I didn't know I had. I got one email asking what was wrong and a comment about it as well. Then, someone sent me a snapshot of the problem that THEY were seeing. I didn't see it and didn't know it was there. the lady who sent the snapshot said it had been like that for months. Oops, my bad. I had no clue. As I said, I THINK I've fixed it, but I never saw the problem in the first place. If it's gone, could someone let me know?
Thanks!
Meg
...when this is a huge problem in your life:
Every time my husband does the dishes I see red. I was taught to do the glasses first and the silverware next because they touch your mouth. My husband does the plates and bowls first, then the glasses and silverware...Also, when I vacuum, he always tells me I should dust first, then vacuum. I vacuum, then dust.
This twit actually took time out of her day to write Dear Abby about this. She sees "red" because her husband does the dishes backwards? And of course you should dust before you vacuum, why would you want to suck up the filth and then just wipe more on the carpet? That's a no brainer but the dishes thing is a crock of shit. If you're THAT concerned about becoming contaminated from your own family members...maybe the dishes aren't your biggest problem. And, if someone really thinks that germs only live on glasses and silverware they have a lot to learn about one celled organisms.
This is just the type of stupid letter that ends up getting a million more stupid letters sent to Dear Abby who will, in turn, dedicate at least 2 more days to this stupidity. One day for those who think the wife is doing the dishes wrong herself and another for all those widows who wish that they "could have my wonderful husband back to wash his filthy dishes one more time". So, all in all, the nit wit who wrote the letter will waste 3 days worth of Dear Abby. That just gets my dander up.
Transition...(just for you, JQ) I have my grandkids here for the weekend and they've finally fallen asleep. Their father fell asleep before they did, then the girl, and finally the little boy. I'm too much of a wimp to make them go to bed so I just let them hang out with me until they fall down. This is the very first holiday that we will have the kids...if nothing happens to annoy the charming mother.
I've had a great time with those munchkins all evening and I'm going to keep on doing just that. They are too much fun and I see them far too rarely so I spoil them rotten. They've pretty much broken all of my crayons and taken all of my Happy Meal toys. I argued with many a 3 year old to keep my Happy Meal toys, they all seem to think that any adult who finds a toy in their lunch will naturally give it to a kid. Well, I didn't...until I got these critters. They've gotten all of my play toys...now I'm waiting for them to notice my board games. They already lost half of a Monopoly Game that I've had forever and they don't even know how to play it yet. I know they'll want my Battleship Game as soon as they realize what it is. And, being the marshmallow that I am...they'll get that before too long.
OK, I better go to sleep before the kids wake up...even if they stayed awake until 11, they'll still be up with the sun. I THINK I may have fixed a problem that I didn't know I had. I got one email asking what was wrong and a comment about it as well. Then, someone sent me a snapshot of the problem that THEY were seeing. I didn't see it and didn't know it was there. the lady who sent the snapshot said it had been like that for months. Oops, my bad. I had no clue. As I said, I THINK I've fixed it, but I never saw the problem in the first place. If it's gone, could someone let me know?
Thanks!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 10:22 PM
7 Comments:
WooHoo!! that crazy box is gone from the top of the blog! :)
Yes, I could see it. It had been on my screen since I started reading your blog. I just thought it was my browser, since lots of stuff shows up wonky on a Mac. And since it was probably just me...I decided to live with it.
I actually had a method of copying and pasting the first few lines into the text editor on my computer so I could read it. So it was all good. :)
I have some delayed hugs, good thoughts and offers of an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on (from me and my mother)...I've been busy as can be lately and haven't had a chance to catch up with the blog. I'm driving up to Jacksonville tomorrow to visit relatives and suddenly I can't sleep (it's 4:30am, I'm leaving at 9am), so I might as well catch up on my socializing. I hope you are doing as well as you sound.
You absolutely crack me up with some of the things you think of. You are a priceless gem, Meg...and the sparkle that shines from you would make just about anyone smile.
And now I'm going to try to get some sleep. Have a wonderful Easter with your little munchkins!!
:)
Your web page is back to normal is thats what your asking about LOL
Yeah, that's what I was talking about. Sorry I didn't make that clear. I'm just glad it's gone. So, you all sat there thinking it was your own computer and I was totally ignorant.
Thanks Fullspeed chick, to you and your mother. I wish I were closer to the state line, I could meet you for lunch in Jacksonville. Of course I'd have to visit my father more often so I guess it evens out. He's coming up here on his way to a Bridge Tournament in Gatlinburg. And yes, Easter is going to be a great day here, I get to play the easter bunny again and I haven't done that in ions!
Meg
So let me see if I've got this right, she writes Dear Abby because her husband doesn't do housework in the correct sequence? This is what I mean when I talk about people taking things for granted. The husband may not know the proper way or sequence to do the dishes or vacuum but he is at least attempting to help her with the housework. AAAARRRRRGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What would this woman do if her husband beat her on a daily basis, treated her like crap, dumped her for a new model, didn’t pay attention to her, or expected her to wait on him hand and foot like a slave? This “brain surgeon” has no idea how good she has it. I have never advocated violence against women. With that being said, I would be tempted to instigate for one of her girlfriends to give her a quick smack in the forehead in the hopes of knocking some sense into her. Believe it or not, some people are that dense that it takes a good smack to realign their priorities.
How many women would kill to have their husbands help them with the house work, if for nothing else than enjoying each other’s company? A woman that complains about a fickle thing like that needs to get therapy AND get over herself! She should be sent here for a year and see what “seeing red” is really like.
Meg, you big tease. Now if you read that transition post carefully "standup act" you know it needed something. Although I suppose I deserve some leg pulling too. LOL.
Dear Abbey should tell the lady to get some help for her germ phobia, anal retention, and obsessive rituals in dish washing. Gotta feel sorry for that hubby.
Oh Meg, I am buried in snow up here. Probably 12 inches by Sat night and some more coming. It's hanging around the freezing mark, so salt may work. Nothing like a white Easter. I had just put my snow shovels away a week ago. You want me to send you a box of the white stuff to play with the grandkids?
Yeah! That is so much better. Thanks for fixing that- you have so much to say and that box was a pain. Now that reflects my personality a bit- I wondered if it was just me but I just had to open my mouth anyway! My H would call that my compulsive self I think.
If the WORST problem this self-absorbed woman has is that her husband does the housework in a different order than she prefers, she should consider herself lucky. She has a husband who washes dishes, dusts AND vacuums! What a spoiled brat!
And of COURSE you dust first, then vacuum...why wipe dirt on the floor you just vacuumed? Makes no sense.
Oh, and Mr. Jaded does most housework...he just refuses to dust. I don't even complain, 'cause he does everything else.
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