I thought of another...<P>Putting my cotton shirts in the dryer along with my sweaters...folding one sock into the other(stretches the elastic)<P>Bernzini: You don't like towels draped over the shower curtain?? I best put it on the rack...and I wasn't eating in the car I swear!! <P>Java: Let me turn the tube off <P>ST2K: Give me a minute to pick up my laundry...<P>TS: Don't worry I keep my mouth closed...I was eating a sandwich wqhen I read this and you made me start sucking my teeth!! LOL Cracking my nuckles is a habit I'm trying to break so be patient...Oh and let me get rid of this clutter I think all the roaches are gone now too <P>Jayhawk: You best get your own toothpaste because I throw the cap away and squeeze from the top!! LOL<P>S2BA: I'm pretty good about recalling convos and am as honest as I can be...oh and I don't drink beer!! <P>Grandpabri: I drink the last drop from the carton...<P>CJ: Will you pull my finger??<P>GSD: I ain't into making noises!! <P>Bonnet: Will you pull my finger?? <P><BR>Bill<P><BR><p>[This message has been edited by WilliamJ (edited January 17, 2001).]

They toot in Australia, too?<P>My first husband could hold farts and save them--you know, fart at will. Then he could do the Harley Fart (revs up the throttle on the motorcycle) or the Bruce Lee Fart (full roundhouse kick, with an added suprise.) If he had Mexican food for dinner, it was very aromatic, and the more aromatic, the prouder he was.<P>Why don't us women sit around and think of these things?

Pet peaves:<P>1) illogical arguments just to get out of taking responsibility<P>2) getting upset at me when I am doing a smaller version of you.<P>3) turning the water on high for a shower, instead of slowing down the water for a longer shower if i have to follow.<P>4) telling me the obvious.<P>5) always starting to talk as soon as I start to talk.<P>6) buying 2 new extension cords every christmas.<P>7) insisting that everything be scheduled, to the minute.<P>8) taking everything you own on a two day trip, <B> just in case </B><P>9) telling me after the fact that you had a surprise planned. make sure you tell me there is a reason for my appearance.<P>10) complaining about my watching tv when X has three tvs that are hers, one in the kitchen, one in the living room, and one in the bedroom, and she listens to them, soaps, etc.<P>i could go on.. . .and on. . . . and on. . .

I just thought of another one!!<P>People that stop when making a simple right turn in thier cars!!

Well, sorry, not all of are inclined to drive like the Dukes of Hazzard. At least *I* use my turn signal

Heeeey....easy on the suthren jokes...

Ok, here we go.<P>For you guys with kids, ya know how you mark their growth on the wall?<P>Well, Val used to like to mark the garage door jam with every damned car she/we owned. I have three distinct bumper marks from a Hyundai Excel [was just living with her], a Pontiac Grand Prix [liked her a bit and was getting quite a bit of action]and finally a Dodge Steath [Wedding present]. <P>I only hit the garage once because I was pissed at it.<P>That and I always hated when she still loved me when I was being an *******.<P>

Helping out with yard work and then quitting before finished and leaving all the tools/equipment out so I have to put them away.<P>Helping with something and then constantly needing my help so I can't get down what I am doing.<P>Going on trips and she doesn't help with driving and even sleeps while I drive. What makes is worse is I used to see her driving her om around all the time.<P>Goin to my mothers and then instantly becoming "ill" and having to nap most of the time she is there.<P>Going to visit her family on a weekend. She goes to bed early on Sat nite and then wants to leave first thing Sun morning.

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by MEDIC238:<BR><B>Well, Val used to like to mark the garage door jam with every damned car she/we owned. I have three distinct bumper marks from a Hyundai Excel [was just living with her], a Pontiac Grand Prix [liked her a bit and was getting quite a bit of action]and finally a Dodge Steath [Wedding present]. <BR></B><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>XW left not a single panel unmarked on her cars. She trashed the Ciera she had before I met her. The Cimarron (one of Tom & Ray Magliozzi's 10 worst cars) was all scarred up when I met her; her loaded Daihatsu Charade suffered indignities involving mailboxes, etc.; and her MX-3 had encounters involving SUVs, small trees, concrete parking garage columns, you-name-it. I noticed she hunched toward the wheel a bit, but didn't think anything of it.<P>When we went house hunting, the neighborhood we liked restricted real estate signs down to about the size of a paperback novel. We had to stop and wait for her to read the numbers. I would be incredulous; she would get angry.<P>One day she is in her office and casually tries on a co-worker's glasses. Shock! She can see! So, it was off to get fitted for glasses for nearsightedness. How the daughter of a physician went undiagnosed until she was in her 30s is beyond me. <P>Now she confidently drives a Saab.