Humor
A couple had been married for more than 60 years, in which time they had never had even one fight. Very simple forgiving folk.
She became bedridden, he was constantly at her side, the end was near.
While she slept he started rummaging around their small home.
He again saw that secret box he was never to touch... he looked inside. There were some knitting needles, yarn, 2 knitted dolls, and more than $64,000.00 dollars in small bills.
He was amazed. The had never had much money to spare.
When she awoke he confessed that he had looked, she was not angered.
Then he asked about the contents...
she said: whenever I got angry I just knitted a doll.
he said: But the Money!
she said: Oh, I sold the dolls.
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unrelated:
this morning in the early dawn I went out and pruned one of our street trees. I like getting those tasks done before the sun is up.
SWMBO was getting up when I finished, she was in her pajamas, but I got her to go out and look.
It was twenty minutes later when I discovered that I had locked the patio gate, with her still outside.
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another unrelated note:
Irma has taken up knitting again
Peter Ehlert, post: 439645, member: 60 wrote: It was twenty minutes later when I discovered that I had locked the patio gate, with her still outside.
PLease tell us the verbiage she used chewing your ass out for an hour or so. 😉
FL/GA PLS., post: 439652, member: 379 wrote: PLease tell us the verbiage she used chewing your ass out for an hour or so. 😉
not too sure, my Spanish is rudimentary.
She was not smiling much. Do you think she was angry?
Peter Ehlert, post: 439659, member: 60 wrote: not too sure, my Spanish is rudimentary.
She was not smiling much. Do you think she was angry?
You probably heard a few "Pendejos"
Peter Ehlert, post: 439659, member: 60 wrote: not too sure, my Spanish is rudimentary.
She was not smiling much. Do you think she was angry?
You can usually tell by "The Look". 😉
Robert Hill, post: 439663, member: 378 wrote: You probably heard a few "Pendejos"
jajaja I do recognize cuss words, but she is not one to cuss. It was probably a rendition of the lecture you give to a wayward adolescent.
It was probably something along the lines of "Del amor al odio hay un paso...ahora abre la puerta, mi idiota..."
FL/GA PLS., post: 439680, member: 379 wrote: You can usually tell by "The Look". 😉
That look being the same look you would have got if she'd locked you out:
[USER=11256]@Richard Imrie[/USER]
THAT look means somebody's gonna get a big time ass-whooping 😉
The added effect that some women can produce that cause the innocent victim of the stare to swear little lightning bolts are emerging from her eyeballs seals the deal. I have witnessed such moments in this life. Maybe 10 percent of the time I am deserving of the lightning bolts. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Holy Cow, post: 439754, member: 50 wrote: The added effect that some women can produce that cause the innocent victim of the stare to swear little lightning bolts are emerging from her eyeballs seals the deal. I have witnessed such moments in this life. Maybe 10 percent of the time I am deserving of the lightning bolts. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I seem to have developed over the years the generally useless ability to piss-off female humans at the drop of a hat. I have learned to keep those talents a good distance from the house.
While the term "biddies and hens" may actually be a spot-on description of the clerks at the courthouse, it is best to not verbalize the phrase within earshot of those behind the counter at the Registrar of Deeds....
SWMBO is probably the most important person in our lives. Treat her with respect and kindness.
Mine is actually responsible for me being alive today (so obviously you need to blame her for that 😉 )
I do screwup. She forgives and continues to care for me in every way... I guess it is the basic nature of women, but in my experience not all of them.
Irma's memory is not perfect, but damn she remembers when I screwup!
The patio gate is always locked, for me it is automatic. I walk in and I lock it.
I constantly carry the key, Irma does not.
we have few rules, Respect is the core
PS: Irma told me the doll story shortly after we first met.
Yesterday she pointed out the new watch cap she was working on, I got it.
I have a couple dozen watch caps.
Lectures are few here, but reminders are frequent.
When I was surveying for a highway contractor I had an assistant, Hector Trujillo, from the Durango, MX area. Hector understood more idioma en Ingl??s than he would let on. He is probably the reason I began attempting to habla espa?ñol. There were days Hector would jokingly NOT acknowledge me unless I addressed him in his native tongue.
He married a young anglo girl up here that had a hard time with English, let alone espa?ñol. 😉 It was not uncommon for her to call me in the evening or on the weekends frustrated with Hector and wanting to know how to "tell him to do something" en espa?ñol.
They apparently had a wonderful relationship. Hector could remember his English when he wanted to tell her something, but would conveniently forget when she wanted to get him to do something. 😉
Peter Ehlert, post: 439645, member: 60 wrote: Humor
unrelated:
this morning in the early dawn I went out and pruned one of our street trees. I like getting those tasks done before the sun is up.
SWMBO was getting up when I finished, she was in her pajamas, but I got her to go out and look.It was twenty minutes later when I discovered that I had locked the patio gate, with her still outside.
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another unrelated note:
Irma has taken up knitting again
I've heard from many a Mexican that "Only Gringos and donkeys walk in the noonday sun." 🙂
paden cash, post: 439781, member: 20 wrote: Hector could remember his English when he wanted to tell her something, but would conveniently forget when she wanted to get him to do something. 😉
Along the same lines.... when my maternal grandparents were still alive, my brother and other family members were over for dinner. At desert time, my grandmother asked my grandfather to get the ice cream from the basement freezer. "What?" Request repeated. "What?" About the third time, my brother volunteered to do the fetching. Immediately, our grandfather piped up "down the stairs on the left, in the freezer".
John, post: 439793, member: 791 wrote: Along the same lines.... when my maternal grandparents were still alive, my brother and other family members were over for dinner. At desert time, my grandmother asked my grandfather to get the ice cream from the basement freezer. "What?" Request repeated. "What?" About the third time, my brother volunteered to do the fetching. Immediately, our grandfather piped up "down the stairs on the left, in the freezer".
"maternal grandparents"... perhaps we are blood relatives
Peter Ehlert, post: 439952, member: 60 wrote: "maternal grandparents"... perhaps we are blood relatives
Perhaps we are.
To give my grandfather the benefit though, he was at least in his 80s perhaps 90s) at the time this happened. The stairs in the house were narrow and steep, so I suspect he and my grandmother had trouble navigating them and were afraid of falling.
I remember an incident between my grandparents who at the time were in their late eighties. My grandmother had asked my granddad to fetch a few things from the other room. He tried to repeat the items back to her but would leave one or two items out. In frustration my grandmother announced "Lordy!", got up and went in the back to retrieve them herself.
As soon as she left the room my granddad look at me with a twinkle in his eye, winked and smiled.
Egg shells, we walk on egg shells
Peter Ehlert, post: 439983, member: 60 wrote: Egg shells, we walk on egg shells
Translation = "My wife is still mad because I locked her out yesterday." 😉
