How not to answer the door
Posted on January 28th, 2011The other day, I practiced the fine art of humiliation. I answered the door in my jammies. At 10:38 in the morning. Now, lest you think me one of those slothful housewives who doesn
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January 28th, 2011 at 11:35 pm
Hilarious! I think engineer husbands are very similar to programer husbands!
January 29th, 2011 at 12:51 am
Yeah, I think they all have that same “anal-retentive” gene!
January 29th, 2011 at 4:05 pm
wow…sounds like my parents…lol
oh but they have u beat- 20 yrs was our machine’s lifespan….5 yrs of dad claiming the machine was “fine” and he’ll fix it…it’s an engineering thing…part of the degree – “because I am an engineer I can fix everything”….to not work and then admit defeat when said spouse/partner calls the ACTUAL repairman…lol
January 31st, 2011 at 6:40 am
20 years? Your mother is a saint. A saint. At 20 years, i would have gone out, bought a new machine, had it installed and then said, “this old thing? We’ve had it forever” when questioned about it.
February 2nd, 2011 at 5:48 pm
My engineer husband insists that you are totally wrong! And that he is not like that! There is nothing wrong with mooing, he says, and that we too do not need a new washing machine. LOL!
February 3rd, 2011 at 10:14 pm
Kiley,
I think this should qualify as a scientific experiment to show that all engineers really are exactly alike!
Laurie
February 27th, 2011 at 5:41 am
Ive read all of your blogs (When I first found this site I went back & read all of them, for hours.) And I love them! Im only 18 but I check your site weekly for new posts. I love to read and want to be a writer my self and your blogs are funny and inspiring. Write more! lol I need new stuff to read.
February 28th, 2011 at 6:33 pm
Hi Gina,
Thanks so much! I love that teens read my blog. Good luck with writing and remember, there is no secret to writing. You just have to do it
June 10th, 2011 at 1:55 pm
My husband is an engineer. He kept a plastic coffee mug for 10+ years. You could no longer see what was on it and the inside was stained brown. At least he’ll keep you till the day you die.
June 10th, 2011 at 4:22 pm
Doni, LOL! I always tell him that! He’ll do something and I’ll say, “You haven’t changed your style of jeans since 1983. I think we’re stuck with each other!”
August 30th, 2011 at 5:32 pm
washing machine problems…
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