He: “Come on honey, I don’t think clothes
can do that”
He: "Now that's a coincidence! I’ve been wondering who keeps leaving the seat DOWN!”
He: "Now that's a coincidence! I’ve been wondering who keeps leaving the seat DOWN!”
He thought he was being funny, but he could tell that she
thought otherwise; her silent response echoed through the house, thundering like
an ass-chewing from a drill sergeant at a deaf-school boot camp; the message
puntuated and clarified by her use of internationally-recognized digital semaphore.
The toilet situation, like the classic toothpaste tube one, has a simple solution.
ReplyDeleteFor the toothpaste--separate tubes, of course. For the toilet seat--the answer is for ALL to put down all sections, including the lid each time. The problem is, none of us enjoys touching the damn thing. Why don't they make the separate sections with handles--a sort of 'ear' in a separate position on each section. This would make it easier.
Of course, there is a valid reason women get so upset about this. Imagine getting the urge in the middle of the night, and without turning on a light, sleepily sitting down, only to fall straight into the icy water.
I decided long ago to choose my battles, and have learned to just check the seat. But one thing that completely cured me of any complaint was while raising my oldest son. At some point, he decided he didn't want to touch the seat, so simply left it down. As bad as it is to fall in cold water, it is worse to sit on a wet seat and know it's not water. I did everything imaginable to remedy this with my son. How many mornings did I go to his room in a rage, rudely waking him and giving him a deafening lecture?
I would think he was finally cured, only to be disappointed once again. Finally, I sighed, and threw it in with all the other things I had tried and failed to teach him, saying "well, maybe when his 3rd or 4th wife is slamming out the door saying the same things I've been telling him all his life, it will finally register".
After he had lived on his own for a couple years, a period without much contact, he came back for a visit from out of town. Of course I was eager to learn about the changes in his life, and listened carefully to his stories to try to learn of them. But it was after I used the bathroom directly after him, that I came out and exclaimed: "Oh My GOD! You've got a GIRLFRIEND!!"
Yes, love can move mountains.