we were driving from Houston to WY, a pretty long drive for her.
she fell asleep in New Mexico, and upon awakening she grumpily demanded an explanation for all the CO plates she was seeing...

Happened to me, too!  All of her friends agreed with her that I must have done something to cause her to have that dream...

My wife was navigating when we drove to a friend's new house.  Friend gave us a handrawn map as the area was not on any GPS yet.  Wife said to look for UNNA  MED Road.  We drove around the area for 20 minutes looking for that damn road.  I finally stopped at a road without a street sign that we had passed several times.  Hey, Wifey, let me see the map.   Yup, there it was.  Not UNNA  MED Road.  Unnamed road.   .  Yes, she is blonde.

Frozen hash browns plus hot grease on a gas stove equals a melted hood fan and
a hell of a stink.

She was trying to make me breakfast in bed many years ago

Hey, you're not that blonde after all.

(I realize I'm joking, right? )

Mine recently attempted to de-ice her Ford ranger with boiling water, with predictable results. You'd think a mechanical engineering sophomore would have at least a basic understanding of thermal expansion.

Doesn't matter much, one way or the other, actually.  

The push mower was acting up. So, what's a girl to do? Take a pair of pliers and pull on the carb springs....

Me too!  Damm glad to know I am not the only one!  my wife KNEW it was a dream, and was still pizzed at me all day  (I don't care, I am still mad at you)  



How the hell can you reason with that???  Finally said to hell with it & went hunting!



 

You have more than one?

Keep the stories coming!

I know a bunch of mechanical engineering sophomores... 90% of them would do the same without a second thought

Lol lovin this thread.

I have two somewhat related stories that span two generations and two Honda civics.

When I was a kid we had a fairly new Honda Civic. It got some small paint specks on it from driving by a bridge painting. While my Dad was at work, Mom decided to "fix it" by taking a scotch brite pad to the spots. When she saw that the finish looked different where she used the scotch brite pad, she did the entire car that way so it would all match.

Fast forward to this winter, and another fairly new Honda Civic. My wife was going out one saturday so I got up and scraped all the windows and brushed the snow off the car for her. There was just a thin layer of ice remaining on the hood/trunk/roof. My wife heads out the door and instead of hearing the car pull away, I hear scraping. I go outside and she's taking the ice scraper to the hood, roof, and trunk. I got outside and say "what are you doing? That'll scratch the paint. The cars already cleared off."  She looks up at me like a deer in the headlights for a long time, and then goes back to scraping. I just shook my head and went inside. Later I look out the window and see her squinting at and rubbing the newly installed scratches. Lol. When we had a thaw, I taught her how to use rubbing compound.

At least it wasn't a scotch brite pad.

I see our wives are from the same Tribe. I've heard there were others.

It's a junior level course.

Back in college, my then-g/f now wife was changing the sheets on a waterbed we had back then.

She thought it was cute that the cat was on the (bare) waterbed chasing bubbles just under the surface...



....until she saw that there were now 87 pin holes in the waterbed and it was leaking like a spaghetti strainer. We were poor back then and could hardly afford a new mattress at the time.

That is awesome upper Midwest family time right there!

I went to a week long training class out of town a few years back and my wife decided to re-paint our front door.  She sort of cleaned it up and proceeded to paint with a 2.5 inch angled brush.  I got home and she was very proud of her work. I looked at the door and the first thing I said was "what the hell did you do?"  She was pissed at me because she had worked hard and thought she did a good job.

What is it about the lowly potato?

I have been married more than 15 years.   She has rarely done anything bad or stupid.  Doubled up on the house payments without saying anything & paid the house off early - that type of girl.

A couple of weeks ago, she is making dinner.  Has a bag of small round potatoes - under 2" diameter.   In a pan, with some olive oil & spices - and in to the oven...

I am sitting at the counter, and hear "foomp".  Look in the oven & obviously one of the potatoes had detonated.  Wife says WTF?   I asked her if she had poked them with a fork...   LOL.   She wanted to know why I was just sitting there.  I asked her how many un-pierced potatoes of the same size were sitting in there at the same temperature...   She says "it would be pretty stupid to take that pan out right now"   Yup.   Somehow I still had to clean the oven.

My wife thought it'd be a great idea to sign my daughter up to play soccer. Which is fine except the fact that where she has to go for practice and games is in a town that's two hours away from where we live.

My ex wife went full horse chick.  

I had a beautiful Honda 400 Foreman, the first year they came out.  Cold blooded bastard but the power, oh the power.

She decided we would sell it to finance her horse adventures and like an idiot I agreed.  She then bought a horse, a lovely Paso Fino.  But then I learned she was pretty much afraid of horses.  Didn't stop her.  We bought a Belgian for me and then two Spotted Saddle Horses.  Spotted Saddle Horses are generic Tennessee Walkers.  Great horses, but blockheaded and NOT a beginner's horse.  I was raised around horses and mules, I could ride anything.  Her?  

We then bought everything needed to cart all the horse shit around.  Ford F-250 10 Cyl.  Giant horse trailer with living quarters.  The list goes on and on.

We are divorced.  Have been for about 15 years.  It only cost me $50,000.  God I miss that 4 wheeler.

These are great!
I don't have many because I've only been married for a year, but she is blonde .

Vigorously scrubbing a crock-pot bowl while it sits in the BLACK granite sink.  Yeah, the bottom of the bowl is as rough as a bench grinding wheel.  The sink is pretty screwed up .

She was going to run some errands and asked if I needed anything from Home Depot.  We were having  a huge outdoor party the next weekend so I was tidying up the pole barn and such.  I said "grab some of those Contractor Grade big ass garbage bags and 8 outdoor high wattage flood light bulbs please".  "okay".  She never asked a question so I assumed she knew what I was talking about.....mistake.  She returned a while later proud as punch with the awesome deal she got on what I 'needed'. "it was on clearance!!!"  I grab the bulbs......soft white like 70 watt..I was like.  I look at the bags.... tall kitchen sized... I was like.  She see's my look of WTF and quickly stomps off in a huff and would not speak to me the rest of the day.

The vacuum cleaner was not picking up very well so she said "this thing sucks (Dyson Animal)...lets get a new one.  I look at the canister to see that you couldn't possibly fit a single molecule in there let alone more dog fur.  She said " Like that's going to make it pick up any better!"  Me: .  While emptying the bin I ask her to check the roll brush to make sure it's not completely wrapped in her blonde hair.  she says "why? What difference does it make?"  Me: just do it.  "just a little bit" she says.  I walk over to see that you can't see the brushes hardly at all!  30 minutes with a knife and wouldn't you know it.... worked like new again!  Standing there watching her vacuum with my arms crossed and a look like this on my face had her!

Some of the questions she comes up with about hunting, mechanical stuff, shooting stuff, sports, etc. leave me wondering how in the hell she can find her way home sometimes.  She didn't grow up with a mechanically inclined father around so she never had exposure to these types of things till now.  I mostly just smile a little bit while I try to figure out the easiest way to help her understand without bringing on 87 more questions about the same thing.  She truly is a smart woman, but just talks faster than she can think sometimes I guess .

+1 for her use of tools. Most women wouldn't have even attempted that. Maybe she should have practiced by fluting barrels first.

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LOL!!

I tap the fatlighter till the edge of the hatchet or other small chopper sticks in it then just tap the combo till it splits. He's probably figured it out by now.

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Get divorced

My wife, way back when we first started dating (our junior year in high school), bought me a flannel shirt. We were sitting outside, having a smoke, and she was messing with her lighter. Somehow she managed to set the fuzz on that brand new shirt on fire at some point on my arm, and it rather rapidly spread. I went from having a nice conversation with my hot girlfriend to being rather hot myself. Fortunately, it only burned the fuzz off the shirt and didn't cause me any injury, but I still give her shit about it 20 years later.

Holy Shit having your hair ripped out by a dremel tool had to hurt.

This is something I would do. I don't even know what's wrong with the brush she used.

What did your husband say about it?