Dead batteries and near empty gas tanks are a specialty here, too. I am chief battery charger and tank filler even though I usually ride public trans to work.
FIL is these things, too. Enjoyed the comment a few posts above about calling a friend to explain something to the mrs. I think that's part of marriage for most - that once you're married, two things happen:
1) your jokes go from being funny to a threat to the reputation of the household's ability to talk appropriately
2) whatever you say, it can't be correct or good advice (not talking about life changing advice here, just things like "the purple phone and the black phone are both microusb, they can both use the same charge cords and all of the devices that charge with any of the cords with a USB end all use the same stub that plugs into the wall - it changes the house current to 5 volts).
Do not attempt to go back and revisit things that you said that turn out to be correct, either - this doesn't have the effect of making your suggestions seen as more accurate in the future based on revisiting experience from the past!!
(former coworker of mine retired about 2 years ago. He visited the office, and I said "see, I'll bet retirement is great. How's it going?". He said to me "well, I got used to a certain standard where my clients and coworkers relied on my advice and I felt pretty good about myself, but since retiring, I have learned that everyone must've been idiots because everything that I say is wrong and all of my ideas are stupid")
Hah...he was a mild mannered guy -that was like screaming for him to subtly say that.
He's from the same prior culture as me (farming ancestors - spouses generally ruled inside the doors and the men populated the outside area. When inside, it's best not to talk to much because you're already out of place just by being indoors - invading territory that you may visit but you certainly don't have standing in said indoor space).
Since I have no outdoor farm to flee to (neither did my coworker), I've attempted to make the basement and garage equivalent to what the outdoors was for my ancestors. It's pretty effective - not 100%, but way better than being seen as an upstairs invader.
. Last night scrape, scrape. scrape cutting up Pizza an a glass board. Funny really, these knives aren't sharp say she said a few months ago. Right I have sharpened them (again) love. Next day, ouch I've cut my self on this knife its very sharp DOH! I could go on but I feel we could easily right a book between us. Don't know if you picked up on it but I am in my own box bedroom
if i take a day off or stay home to do the books etc, its daggers at dawn and a cold shoulder!
