TryckPony
07-10-2002, 12:47 PM
Ladies, follow this and everything will be much better.
Whitey,
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready
Oh I must be the perfect wife. I do make his favorite meals and have them ready when he gets home. That is if I can race to KFC and get back before he pulls in the driveway, or they have all different flavors of Hamburger Helper at the store when I go shopping.
Prepare yourself
I do "prepare" myself for when he gets home. I wash my face, run a brush through my hair for the first time that day and the minute he steps in the door, I hand off the ankle-biting two-year old and the baby to him and run like hell. I am nice about it though--I change their diapers first.
Be a little gay
I ain't gay,But I sure as hell am happy... I smile and laugh my ass off all the way out the door after handing the carpet crawlers to him and running like hell.
Clear away the clutter
I did. That's why he no longer lives here. He had to go live at the dump after I cleared away all the other clutter--including his tools, dirty clothes, books and the dog.
Gather up books, toys, papers, etc.
(See above) Sorry got rid of the tables along with the other clutter.
Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by
This I do very well, should get an award for it in fact. I lite a fire under his butt to fix the damn heater that hasn't worked since Nixon was in office.
Prepare the children.They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part
Ya know my mother used to do this and found out it was illegal. I prepare the rugrats..I change their diapers, feed them and give them to him for the rest of the night.
As far as the elliminating the noise of the washer and vacuum..Well I did that too. I quit doing housework all together.
Be happy to see him
I AM happy to see him..Who else would I have to hand off the curtain-climbers to?
Greet him with a warm smile and show your sincerity
I am truly sincere. I sincerely hope the wombats drive him as batty as they have driven me the whole day.
Listen to him
I did listen to him...How do ya think I ended up with the porch-monkeys?
Don’t complain if he is late for dinner or even stays out all night
I wouldn't say a word if he did this...Changed locks and shotguns say it soooooo much better.
Make him comfortable, arrange his pillow
It's on the bed--he knows where to find it.
Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him
LMFAO..And one has to ask..On what planet was the author of this tripe born?
·A good wife always knows her place. Stay in it
Yup they sure do..DIVORCE COURT. Sticking it to the "master of the house" for every dime he has.
Now to the rest of you..I say the above with all the facetiousness I can...I don't always hand off the carpet crawlers and run like hell..sometimes I stick around to watch.
I just have to laugh at this BS. We had June Cleaver in the 50's and 60's and I highly doubt she would have let ol Ward stay out all night without questioning his whereabouts. She may bave been Susie-Homemaker but ya notice they slept in seperate beds.
I raised three kids of my ex's before I met Alex and we started our family on top of raising his boys. I worked at construction and most days my husband got home before I did. I can nail on a roof, frame a house, change the oil and a flat tire. If I can learn those my husband can darn well learn how to cook and do laundry. If he can't bend over and take off his own shoes it's time to put him out of my misery.
Now Whitey,
Glad to hear you have a girlfriend that works 60-plus hours a week and comes home and follows these little "guidelines" for you. If I believe that, I'd be buying bridges all over the place. If in fact she does exist I would tend to think she is gone for 60-plus hours a week but it would be a good bet she isn't working that whole time. Nope, my bet is that you are just dreaming, and your other half is just something you pull out from under the bed, blow up, and play with for a while.
Whitey,
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready
Oh I must be the perfect wife. I do make his favorite meals and have them ready when he gets home. That is if I can race to KFC and get back before he pulls in the driveway, or they have all different flavors of Hamburger Helper at the store when I go shopping.
Prepare yourself
I do "prepare" myself for when he gets home. I wash my face, run a brush through my hair for the first time that day and the minute he steps in the door, I hand off the ankle-biting two-year old and the baby to him and run like hell. I am nice about it though--I change their diapers first.
Be a little gay
I ain't gay,But I sure as hell am happy... I smile and laugh my ass off all the way out the door after handing the carpet crawlers to him and running like hell.
Clear away the clutter
I did. That's why he no longer lives here. He had to go live at the dump after I cleared away all the other clutter--including his tools, dirty clothes, books and the dog.
Gather up books, toys, papers, etc.
(See above) Sorry got rid of the tables along with the other clutter.
Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by
This I do very well, should get an award for it in fact. I lite a fire under his butt to fix the damn heater that hasn't worked since Nixon was in office.
Prepare the children.They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part
Ya know my mother used to do this and found out it was illegal. I prepare the rugrats..I change their diapers, feed them and give them to him for the rest of the night.
As far as the elliminating the noise of the washer and vacuum..Well I did that too. I quit doing housework all together.
Be happy to see him
I AM happy to see him..Who else would I have to hand off the curtain-climbers to?
Greet him with a warm smile and show your sincerity
I am truly sincere. I sincerely hope the wombats drive him as batty as they have driven me the whole day.
Listen to him
I did listen to him...How do ya think I ended up with the porch-monkeys?
Don’t complain if he is late for dinner or even stays out all night
I wouldn't say a word if he did this...Changed locks and shotguns say it soooooo much better.
Make him comfortable, arrange his pillow
It's on the bed--he knows where to find it.
Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him
LMFAO..And one has to ask..On what planet was the author of this tripe born?
·A good wife always knows her place. Stay in it
Yup they sure do..DIVORCE COURT. Sticking it to the "master of the house" for every dime he has.
Now to the rest of you..I say the above with all the facetiousness I can...I don't always hand off the carpet crawlers and run like hell..sometimes I stick around to watch.
I just have to laugh at this BS. We had June Cleaver in the 50's and 60's and I highly doubt she would have let ol Ward stay out all night without questioning his whereabouts. She may bave been Susie-Homemaker but ya notice they slept in seperate beds.
I raised three kids of my ex's before I met Alex and we started our family on top of raising his boys. I worked at construction and most days my husband got home before I did. I can nail on a roof, frame a house, change the oil and a flat tire. If I can learn those my husband can darn well learn how to cook and do laundry. If he can't bend over and take off his own shoes it's time to put him out of my misery.
Now Whitey,
Glad to hear you have a girlfriend that works 60-plus hours a week and comes home and follows these little "guidelines" for you. If I believe that, I'd be buying bridges all over the place. If in fact she does exist I would tend to think she is gone for 60-plus hours a week but it would be a good bet she isn't working that whole time. Nope, my bet is that you are just dreaming, and your other half is just something you pull out from under the bed, blow up, and play with for a while.