I was expecting her to say “I don’t always know where things are because you never put them back in the same place”
That happens in our house all the time. I ask, “Where’s the tiny cutting board?” He answers, “I put it where you always keep it: on the third shelf.” I say, “That’s not where I keep it.” He says, “Oh really, when did you stop storing it there?” “Three years ago, dear.” Can you hear me rolling my eyes.
My father somehow knew where every tool and every size nut and bolt in his large cache was. It was frustrating to me when I searched for stuff. I hated asking him, even after searching fruitlessly for a long time. He would impatiently say, “It’s in the garage (or basement)” and my heart would sink. He would go right to whatever it was, shaking his head and grumbling at my ‘stupidity’. But I still miss him.
Rhetorical_Question about 5 hours ago
Hilarious but Amazing logic?
Lucy Rudy about 4 hours ago
I can look for something in the fridge 3 times and give up. Next time I open the door, it’s right there in plain sight! Way too often.
ʲᔆ about 4 hours ago
this one was stupid 16 years ago
ellisaana Premium Member about 4 hours ago
I was expecting her to say “I don’t always know where things are because you never put them back in the same place”
That happens in our house all the time. I ask, “Where’s the tiny cutting board?” He answers, “I put it where you always keep it: on the third shelf.” I say, “That’s not where I keep it.” He says, “Oh really, when did you stop storing it there?” “Three years ago, dear.” Can you hear me rolling my eyes.
syzygy47 about 4 hours ago
I get that too. The GF packs the fridge’s freezer section to where it becomes an avalanche hazard when it’s opened, a tetris puzzle to close it.
iggyman about 2 hours ago
Might be time to clean out the fridge!
Botulism Bob about 1 hour ago
Earl knows there’s nothing better than fresh plop.
PraiseofFolly 34 minutes ago
My father somehow knew where every tool and every size nut and bolt in his large cache was. It was frustrating to me when I searched for stuff. I hated asking him, even after searching fruitlessly for a long time. He would impatiently say, “It’s in the garage (or basement)” and my heart would sink. He would go right to whatever it was, shaking his head and grumbling at my ‘stupidity’. But I still miss him.