Oh, dear Lord! Where to begin?! What really turns my stomach is that I’ve met men who treat their wives that way — and more often than not the wives would just hop-to, without a word of complaint! Susan! Marg! I need a double order of Brain Bleach for this one!
I’m with 2old. Dontcha be snappin’ your fingers at me or anyone else around me. I won’t say that I’m as talented as Le Petomane, but I’m close, and I will…When I was in the Navy (serving under JP Jones hisself) they sometimes starched and ironed our skivvies. An interesting experience.
My own mother, alas, was somewhat into the doormat school of wifery…
My Dad would say “I’m a little hungry.. …. whatcha got?” and she’d scurry to make him a sandwich (or bring him a glass of water, whatever he needed.
Born before WWI, to a widowed mother with many children, she truly believed that she was lucky to have a man who supported her, A good husband works hard, and the woman should stay home, raise children, and be grateful, and subservient.
She gave me advice… .like I shouldn’t answer so many questions at school, so the boys wouldn’t think I was smarter than them….and I should take off my glasses when talking to one.(I’m sure that a dopey, nearsighted, unfocused squint is really attractive.)
Needless to say, her actions stood as a perfect example of what to avoid, so her words fell on deaf ears…. much to her concern for my future.
Purple…. 2 gallons on the way… but don’t you think pouring it on Burl’s head would be more satisfying than drinking it?
Wait… don’t waste good brain bleach….I’m sure they’ve got a couple of old 2-liter bottles of off-brand “orange” soda under the sink…they stocked up when Big Lots had that 58¢ sale in 1992.
We need more women like her, that I what is wrong with this world today, women are not taking care of their menfolk, after a hard day at the salt mine, we need a tender loving woman to cater to your every need..
I bet his boss thought Burl was so smart until he made this call !!
Between his skivvies and the flapping gums. Well the gums won’t flap as hard if they weren’t going up and down on those chips, or gossiping. Joy is a real peach (slave) to him isn’t she?
I guess we all know what his education is now. School of DUHH WHAT??
I am not the best speller and my memory for names and numbers go only till I hang up but I do write down the important things.
2Old… that’s exactly what my Dad would have done, except minus the patience.
She was supposed to KNOW the exact moment for lunch, also dinner, and drop everything to make the meal and eat it with him…. he’d get angry otherwise.
Neither of them would ever have held or gone to a (holding nose) garage sale … (my life as a collectibles and vintage clothing dealer appalled them). But whatever she was doing, she’d never make plans that precluded her sacred duty to feed him at proper intervals…. and sit with him and eat.
Even with the flu, she’d be in the kitchen, stirring the stew, and then sitting at the table.
On the rare occasions she was just TOO sick, he sometimes would offer to open a can of soup … never to actually cook something…but she’d still try to get up and make him a sandwich.
Visiting them when I was grown, I’d go out shopping with her and a friend (neither of us drove then) …. but we’d have to be back before he came home for the next meal, except once or twice when she apologetically packed him a lunch so we could be out.At his county job, after AF retirement, he’d calculated the exact time he’d be home every day for lunch. The almost 17 minute drive each way allowed no more than 27 minutes with her, so the sandwiches had to be on the table when he walked in.Sometimes she’d put out bread and condiments, and a plate of sliced bologna, salami, etc, or a bowl of tuna salad … but then she’d still make his sandwich, right at the table.
He thought it was loving to tell her that he didn’t like to eat without her, and also, to say just what your FIL said.
BTW, after Mom died, my Dad’s girlfriend of many years would say “get yourself a sandwich” …and would also serve all the vegetables he’d refused touch for 50 years…
drink wine with meals, (a no-no to him) and go out to dinner with “girlfriends” once in a while (though she did have to leave him something ready to heat up, or he’d go get a burger.)
She even managed to laugh at the terrible outbursts of temper that had made my mother cry.
My 2nd wife(1st one is deceased) has a tendency to just sit on her hands and watch, not comprehending that I NEED help with something (as simple as a bracing hand when I’m on a ladder!) unlike my 1st who seemed to sense when these things were needed. Some women(and men) appear to live in a different universe at times.
@Susan, I was a wife like your mom who never complained even when I had to throw out all my slacks and shorts (too provocative for other men) and only wear dresses. I was a bit “Stepford” – always freshly bathed and dressed when it was time for him to come home (even if he didn’t) and the kids were too. Neighbors noticed, even if he didn’t. I could put up with the abusive behavior until it became a problem with the kids – so I divorced him after just 16 (and had already had the ligation after our girl) Her 3 brothers spoiled her, but in all I have great kids. And I was relieved when my X passed on of lung cancer from his 3 pack a day habit
Laura Gildwarg over 10 years ago
Oh, dear Lord! Where to begin?! What really turns my stomach is that I’ve met men who treat their wives that way — and more often than not the wives would just hop-to, without a word of complaint! Susan! Marg! I need a double order of Brain Bleach for this one!
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member over 10 years ago
Snap your fingers at me and you’ll get paper and a pen where the sun don’t shine!
finale over 10 years ago
“D”-“U”-“M”-“B”-“A”-“*”-“*”
mikie2 over 10 years ago
I’m with 2old. Dontcha be snappin’ your fingers at me or anyone else around me. I won’t say that I’m as talented as Le Petomane, but I’m close, and I will…When I was in the Navy (serving under JP Jones hisself) they sometimes starched and ironed our skivvies. An interesting experience.
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 10 years ago
My own mother, alas, was somewhat into the doormat school of wifery…
My Dad would say “I’m a little hungry.. …. whatcha got?” and she’d scurry to make him a sandwich (or bring him a glass of water, whatever he needed.
Born before WWI, to a widowed mother with many children, she truly believed that she was lucky to have a man who supported her, A good husband works hard, and the woman should stay home, raise children, and be grateful, and subservient.
She gave me advice… .like I shouldn’t answer so many questions at school, so the boys wouldn’t think I was smarter than them….and I should take off my glasses when talking to one.(I’m sure that a dopey, nearsighted, unfocused squint is really attractive.)
Needless to say, her actions stood as a perfect example of what to avoid, so her words fell on deaf ears…. much to her concern for my future.
So…. sorry, guys…. no way!
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 10 years ago
Purple…. 2 gallons on the way… but don’t you think pouring it on Burl’s head would be more satisfying than drinking it?
Wait… don’t waste good brain bleach….I’m sure they’ve got a couple of old 2-liter bottles of off-brand “orange” soda under the sink…they stocked up when Big Lots had that 58¢ sale in 1992.
gimpysgirl over 10 years ago
S – m – i – t – h is soooo hard to spell.
davelock over 10 years ago
We need more women like her, that I what is wrong with this world today, women are not taking care of their menfolk, after a hard day at the salt mine, we need a tender loving woman to cater to your every need..
loveslife over 10 years ago
I bet his boss thought Burl was so smart until he made this call !!
Between his skivvies and the flapping gums. Well the gums won’t flap as hard if they weren’t going up and down on those chips, or gossiping. Joy is a real peach (slave) to him isn’t she?
I guess we all know what his education is now. School of DUHH WHAT??
I am not the best speller and my memory for names and numbers go only till I hang up but I do write down the important things.
shamest Premium Member over 10 years ago
They have a downstairs.?? Oh the basement
Carol69 over 10 years ago
The thought of the aromas that would waftfrom the skives after a hit from hot steamyiron makes me want to get under the covers.
orbenjawell Premium Member over 10 years ago
Good, Burl, VERY good……next we’ll try “Jones”……and “Cat”…….“Dog”………and “The”
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 10 years ago
2Old… that’s exactly what my Dad would have done, except minus the patience.
She was supposed to KNOW the exact moment for lunch, also dinner, and drop everything to make the meal and eat it with him…. he’d get angry otherwise.
Neither of them would ever have held or gone to a (holding nose) garage sale … (my life as a collectibles and vintage clothing dealer appalled them). But whatever she was doing, she’d never make plans that precluded her sacred duty to feed him at proper intervals…. and sit with him and eat.
Even with the flu, she’d be in the kitchen, stirring the stew, and then sitting at the table.
On the rare occasions she was just TOO sick, he sometimes would offer to open a can of soup … never to actually cook something…but she’d still try to get up and make him a sandwich.
Visiting them when I was grown, I’d go out shopping with her and a friend (neither of us drove then) …. but we’d have to be back before he came home for the next meal, except once or twice when she apologetically packed him a lunch so we could be out.At his county job, after AF retirement, he’d calculated the exact time he’d be home every day for lunch. The almost 17 minute drive each way allowed no more than 27 minutes with her, so the sandwiches had to be on the table when he walked in.Sometimes she’d put out bread and condiments, and a plate of sliced bologna, salami, etc, or a bowl of tuna salad … but then she’d still make his sandwich, right at the table.
He thought it was loving to tell her that he didn’t like to eat without her, and also, to say just what your FIL said.
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 10 years ago
BTW, after Mom died, my Dad’s girlfriend of many years would say “get yourself a sandwich” …and would also serve all the vegetables he’d refused touch for 50 years…
drink wine with meals, (a no-no to him) and go out to dinner with “girlfriends” once in a while (though she did have to leave him something ready to heat up, or he’d go get a burger.)
She even managed to laugh at the terrible outbursts of temper that had made my mother cry.
And he lived!
Barker62 over 10 years ago
My 2nd wife(1st one is deceased) has a tendency to just sit on her hands and watch, not comprehending that I NEED help with something (as simple as a bracing hand when I’m on a ladder!) unlike my 1st who seemed to sense when these things were needed. Some women(and men) appear to live in a different universe at times.
vldazzle over 10 years ago
@Susan, I was a wife like your mom who never complained even when I had to throw out all my slacks and shorts (too provocative for other men) and only wear dresses. I was a bit “Stepford” – always freshly bathed and dressed when it was time for him to come home (even if he didn’t) and the kids were too. Neighbors noticed, even if he didn’t. I could put up with the abusive behavior until it became a problem with the kids – so I divorced him after just 16 (and had already had the ligation after our girl) Her 3 brothers spoiled her, but in all I have great kids. And I was relieved when my X passed on of lung cancer from his 3 pack a day habit