Posted: 2/12/2014 6:12:20 AM EDT
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What would your wife do?
I'm at work and they're having a pot luck dinner/lunch. I had forgotten about it, so I've just got my lunch. No biggie. I thought I'd call the wife and reaffirm what I already knew.....I'm a very lucky man. Me: Hey. We're having a pot luck and I forgot. Could you throw together something and bring it to the shop? (bear in mind the shop is .5hrs from the house) Her (without hesitation): Sure. What would you like. I can do taco dip, kraut and sausages....(names off about 5 things). Me: (starting to laugh). I love you sweetie. I was just kiddin' with you. There's more than enough food here, and I'd rather just eat my pork chops, anyway. Her: Well, I can bring something in. It's no problem. You should have told me last night and I would have had something ready for you to take. You're such a dork. Yes. I'm a lucky man. What answer would you get from your wife? |
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Generally speaking, if I need it, she'll do it (and of course vice-versa).
For instance, a buddy of mine was going to sell me his old g19. I didn't have the cash on me so called her up and told her I needed her to bring me $300 in cash, no questions asked, and I need it now! She said no problem, raided her own b-day stash and drove out to meet us in a parking garage (we were acting shady on purpose for her benefit). No questions asked and cash delivered on time. I'm a lucky man 
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My wife works about 16 hours a day downtown.
If I called her, she'd wish me luck with my problem, and perhaps come up with a suggestion or to for a quick meal I could make. Or, she'd suggest what to buy at the grocery store.  . More likely she'd be in a meeting, and I'd be unable to reach her.
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What would your wife do? I'm at work and they're having a pot luck dinner/lunch. I had forgotten about it, so I've just got my lunch. No biggie. I thought I'd call the wife and reaffirm what I already knew.....I'm a very lucky man. Me: Hey. We're having a pot luck and I forgot. Could you throw together something and bring it to the shop? (bear in mind the shop is .5hrs from the house) Her (without hesitation): Sure. What would you like. I can do taco dip, kraut and sausages....(names off about 5 things). Me: (starting to laugh). I love you sweetie. I was just kiddin' with you. There's more than enough food here, and I'd rather just eat my pork chops, anyway. Her: Well, I can bring something in. It's no problem. You should have told me last night and I would have had something ready for you to take. You're such a dork. Yes. I'm a lucky man. What answer would you get from your wife? Same. This scenerio has presented itself before.
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Quoted: What would your wife do? I'm at work and they're having a pot luck dinner/lunch. I had forgotten about it, so I've just got my lunch. No biggie. I thought I'd call the wife and reaffirm what I already knew.....I'm a very lucky man. Me: Hey. We're having a pot luck and I forgot. Could you throw together something and bring it to the shop? (bear in mind the shop is .5hrs from the house) Her (without hesitation): Sure. What would you like. I can do taco dip, kraut and sausages....(names off about 5 things). Me: (starting to laugh). I love you sweetie. I was just kiddin' with you. There's more than enough food here, and I'd rather just eat my pork chops, anyway. Her: Well, I can bring something in. It's no problem. You should have told me last night and I would have had something ready for you to take. You're such a dork. Yes. I'm a lucky man. What answer would you get from your wife? See that part in red? I'd keep her. |
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Quoted: My wife works about 16 hours a day downtown. If I called her, she'd wish me luck with my problem, and perhaps come up with a suggestion or to for a quick meal I could make. Or, she'd suggest what to buy at the grocery store. . More likely she'd be in a meeting, and I'd be unable to reach her. |
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What would your wife do? I'm at work and they're having a pot luck dinner/lunch. I had forgotten about it, so I've just got my lunch. No biggie. I thought I'd call the wife and reaffirm what I already knew.....I'm a very lucky man. Me: Hey. We're having a pot luck and I forgot. Could you throw together something and bring it to the shop? (bear in mind the shop is .5hrs from the house) Her (without hesitation): Sure. What would you like. I can do taco dip, kraut and sausages....(names off about 5 things). Me: (starting to laugh). I love you sweetie. I was just kiddin' with you. There's more than enough food here, and I'd rather just eat my pork chops, anyway. Her: Well, I can bring something in. It's no problem. You should have told me last night and I would have had something ready for you to take. You're such a dork. Yes. I'm a lucky man. What answer would you get from your wife? I wouldn't. She doesn't answer her cell phone at work unless I get extremely lucky and she's not in the middle of seeing a patient. I've done the same thing, though. Thankfully there's a grocery store about a block away from the office. |
| My wife would be super pissed at me for not telling her the night before because she LOVES cooking for shit like that. But it'd end at that because I would be calling her at her work, and I doubt she's going to be able to drop everything at the lab just to hop the metro home to whip up something. No, she'd tell me to cook something myself, because she knows I can, as we're both hard core foodies. |
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I like my coworkers too much to bring in my wife's cooking. As much as I love my wife .... THIS. I do all of the cooking because she hates it. She hates it because she's really, really bad at it. My wife would (and has) do virtually anything I ask of her but, I wouldn't ask her to "cook" something for a potluck at work, on the fly. She'd do it but, I'd never ask. I don't hate my coworkers that much. Short story to give you some perspective: For years she came with me to do the grocery shopping. Everytime I'd mention pork chops she'd say "ugh, I fucking hate pork chops." This went on for about 2 years. Finally I saw a good deal on some chops and they looked great so I said "hey, let's get some chops." I got the usual answer (at this point I've eaten some of her food) so I asked "who cooked your last pork chop?" she replied "I did" and I said "we're buying the fucking chops." Turns out she loves pork chops, she just hates her own cooking, like everyone else does. She's a great woman and I'm blessed to have her and she's incredibly intelligent and talented in ways I'll only aspire to. That said, she can't cook for shit. Which is odd because her mom is one of the best home cooks I've ever met. I guess she never bothered to learn from her, or something. |
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Mrs. KAB's meatballs are legendary in the area. Just give her a reason, any reason at all, and a crockpot full of homemade Italian meatballs appears. The wife's cooking and catering (I keep trying to get her to start a business) are highly regarded, around here, too. When we first joined Troop 81, she asked if she could handle the food for the Court of Honor. SM was a bit of a control freak and worrier, not too bad but some. Wife was called several times to make sure things were going to be taken care of. (I understand that some folks don't step up to the plate they way they say they were going to). COH night comes and there is a spread like Troop 81 has never seen. They were used to cookies, brownies, maybe a meat/cheese tray and some soda. There were dips, and meatballs, and chili, salads of several kinds, deserts. She had enlisted a couple other moms who came with us from our cub den and we were used to doing things in that way. I've always been pretty proud of her.  
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My wife would be super pissed at me for not telling her the night before because she LOVES cooking for shit like that. But it'd end at that because I would be calling her at her work, and I doubt she's going to be able to drop everything at the lab just to hop the metro home to whip up something. No, she'd tell me to cook something myself, because she knows I can, as we're both hard core foodies. It's great to cook together, eh? I enjoy cooking good country style hillbilly food. Grandma taught me well. |
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Quoted: Hey, kids! Can you spell, "Miniature Australian Shepherd"? Matilda will keep those critters rounded up. http://www.rockytopkennels.com/wp-content/uploads/EasyRotatorStorage/user-content/erc_73_1350064528/content/assets/30104_421286421114_741341114_5309729_5721822_n-0.jpeg Quoted: Quoted: I don't get to talk to mine during the day, with her trying to corral a bunch of 6-year old little assholes. Hey, kids! Can you spell, "Miniature Australian Shepherd"? Matilda will keep those critters rounded up. http://www.rockytopkennels.com/wp-content/uploads/EasyRotatorStorage/user-content/erc_73_1350064528/content/assets/30104_421286421114_741341114_5309729_5721822_n-0.jpeg |
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How does Matilda do with being called a fucking bitch by a first grader? Quoted:
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I don't get to talk to mine during the day, with her trying to corral a bunch of 6-year old little assholes. Hey, kids! Can you spell, "Miniature Australian Shepherd"? Matilda will keep those critters rounded up. http://www.rockytopkennels.com/wp-content/uploads/EasyRotatorStorage/user-content/erc_73_1350064528/content/assets/30104_421286421114_741341114_5309729_5721822_n-0.jpeg No shit? Shouldn't have to put up with that. |
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My wife would have a caterer deliver something to me
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My wife works about 16 hours a day downtown. If I called her, she'd wish me luck with my problem, and perhaps come up with a suggestion or to for a quick meal I could make. Or, she'd suggest what to buy at the grocery store. . More likely she'd be in a meeting, and I'd be unable to reach her.
Good point. If I was able to get hold of my wife, she'd probably be able to go on the internet and order something and have it delivered before I even figured out where the closest grocery store to my office even is.
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I wish I was kidding. Her kids are terrible. Quoted:
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How does Matilda do with being called a fucking bitch by a first grader? No shit? Shouldn't have to put up with that. Wife is a PEDS ER nurse. They receive infants to 18yr olds. She carries this in one of her smock pockets: 
___________________________________________________________ OP!!! 50/50 if wife would bail me out. |
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That's a good setup ya got there. Mine happens to be from a HUGE Italian family (She's one of 7 kids, her mom is one of 13 and her dad is one of 11) and the old folks were all in the restaurant industry. You can't go to a place around here that wasn't started or is still owned by one of them.
You can imagine that holidays get pretty competitive for who can bring the best whatever. These folks are on their A game all the time, and take this stuff seriously. You mention control freak: Mother in law was working 3 jobs (Child services in the day, restaurant in the evenings and child care overnights and weekends) and completely dropped the ball on a lasagna that was supposed to be made for Easter (I think). She rushed around and committed the sacrilege of using store bought tomato sauce and deli (Not frozen, but made at the deli) meatballs. HER FATHER DIDN'T SPEAK TO HER FOR TWO MONTHS. It's comical. I'm laughing 90% of the time that I'm there and when asked why, I flat out tell them it's from the overload of Woppiness. They're good about it. Quoted:
The wife's cooking and catering (I keep trying to get her to start a business) are highly regarded, around here, too. When we first joined Troop 81, she asked if she could handle the food for the Court of Honor. SM was a bit of a control freak and worrier, not too bad but some. Wife was called several times to make sure things were going to be taken care of. (I understand that some folks don't step up to the plate they way they say they were going to). COH night comes and there is a spread like Troop 81 has never seen. They were used to cookies, brownies, maybe a meat/cheese tray and some soda. There were dips, and meatballs, and chili, salads of several kinds, deserts. She had enlisted a couple other moms who came with us from our cub den and we were used to doing things in that way. I've always been pretty proud of her. Quoted:
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Mrs. KAB's meatballs are legendary in the area. Just give her a reason, any reason at all, and a crockpot full of homemade Italian meatballs appears. The wife's cooking and catering (I keep trying to get her to start a business) are highly regarded, around here, too. When we first joined Troop 81, she asked if she could handle the food for the Court of Honor. SM was a bit of a control freak and worrier, not too bad but some. Wife was called several times to make sure things were going to be taken care of. (I understand that some folks don't step up to the plate they way they say they were going to). COH night comes and there is a spread like Troop 81 has never seen. They were used to cookies, brownies, maybe a meat/cheese tray and some soda. There were dips, and meatballs, and chili, salads of several kinds, deserts. She had enlisted a couple other moms who came with us from our cub den and we were used to doing things in that way. I've always been pretty proud of her. |
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He's saying that's what his wife's response would be. "click" is her hanging up on him. Quoted:
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"Sucks to be you." *click*  Huh? Anybody got a clue where that came from? He's saying that's what his wife's response would be. "click" is her hanging up on him. Oh. 
I thought he had the bad case of the jellies and was putting me on ignore.
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I thought he had the bad case of the jellies and was putting me on ignore.
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"Sucks to be you." *click* Huh? Anybody got a clue where that came from? He's saying that's what his wife's response would be. "click" is her hanging up on him. Oh.
I thought he had the bad case of the jellies and was putting me on ignore.
*clickety clack motherfucker*
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I'd let her knee me in the balls 
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