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That's funny. If only all men would follow this - life would be so much easier. :)
ReplyDeleteMr. Yen was the real parent when I was an infant. My mom couldn't do anything.
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ReplyDeleteHave you learned your lesson well?
ReplyDeleteSorry, can't relate. I always told my wives: "It's my way, or the highway, sweetie!".
ReplyDeleteWell, they always chose the highway. Not that I minded, of course...
I'm fond of saying, "you know, if I'm not doing this to your sassy-faction, YOU can always SHOW me how to do it..."
ReplyDeleteof course, I'm a slow learner and may need repeated demonstrations.
yeah ... my theory is ... you don't like the way i do it ... you do it ... i'm gonna go find something else more fun to do!!
ReplyDeleteI'd show that to my wife but she'd slap me.
ReplyDeleteOh wow! This one really hit home. After 40 years of marriage, I have finally learned to keep my mouth shut and let my hubby do things his way. Very liberating for both of us! He cleans! He cooks! Woo Hoo!!
ReplyDelete"You just don't understand him like I do." Yeah, I heard that one from my ex.
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