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Wrenching Dad
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Wife tending a Burros deep cut in Parker:
When my wife wants something or something done she tells me in the form of a question.
I usually answer in " In other words you want me to move the trucks? In other words you want me to trim the roses?"
It's bound to eventually get me in trouble.
We were in The Dually last week the DD wife driving back to camp from the Grand Canyon Bars. The signal changed green for us and a big SUV blew the red and I said stop, then yelled stop when the wife kept rolling.
“That’s the first time you ever raised your voice to me” she said.
Well, that doesn't qualify in my book.
So that debate continues. I’m loosing it. Any further discussion Alice will finish me off.
Alice can kick my ass with a few soft spoken words. I married someone far smarter than me and bratty when she needs to be.
We have a tranquil home. The biggest daily event is the dog licks the sleeping cats face and a shitstorm breaks out for 20 seconds.
That’s the only drama at Crankshaft Manor.
I took the trash out once with my robe on. Wife hates seeing that. She chewed my ass in a soft spoken yet razor sharp set of words embedded in razor blades, broken glass and barbed, rusty fish hooks.
I agree with her. She’s right. I do look like a walking soup sandwich in my robe wheeling the garbage out to the street.
So how is the communication at your home?
When my wife wants something or something done she tells me in the form of a question.
I usually answer in " In other words you want me to move the trucks? In other words you want me to trim the roses?"
It's bound to eventually get me in trouble.
We were in The Dually last week the DD wife driving back to camp from the Grand Canyon Bars. The signal changed green for us and a big SUV blew the red and I said stop, then yelled stop when the wife kept rolling.
“That’s the first time you ever raised your voice to me” she said.
Well, that doesn't qualify in my book.
So that debate continues. I’m loosing it. Any further discussion Alice will finish me off.
Alice can kick my ass with a few soft spoken words. I married someone far smarter than me and bratty when she needs to be.
We have a tranquil home. The biggest daily event is the dog licks the sleeping cats face and a shitstorm breaks out for 20 seconds.
That’s the only drama at Crankshaft Manor.
I took the trash out once with my robe on. Wife hates seeing that. She chewed my ass in a soft spoken yet razor sharp set of words embedded in razor blades, broken glass and barbed, rusty fish hooks.
I agree with her. She’s right. I do look like a walking soup sandwich in my robe wheeling the garbage out to the street.
So how is the communication at your home?
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