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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 410938" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>Pats gir.....I mean Polly Plaything...(snort) ----envisions --oh never mind. (still snort) </p><p> </p><p>You know I haven't 'quite' figured out what the MAGIC is about me in my office. No really - hear me out, and I have tried 'Oh so many' things to dissuade (wait I want to get my dictionary of synonyms and antonyms) huh-never mind it's a cheap one - doesn't even have dissuade in it. Anyway, I have not figured out WHAT it is about me being in that little 10x12 room attracts DF like a moth to a flame to me. When first I became unemployed I thought it was a little cute that he brought me coffee first thing in the morning, and then came for my refills. We do that for each other and we are, and have been very thoughtful of even small things like that even after twelve years of being together. Then at lunch he would come in and offer to make me lunch, and bring to me if I were busy and vise-versa if he were out in the yard. Dinner? Same way. We've always been like that. </p><p> </p><p>However I can clearly remember posting about two months after being unemployed that he was making me NUTS with coming into the office nearly ever 15 minutes. It wasn't checking up on me, but it was like I either somehow was at the other end of the house silently wrecking his mojo and invading his space (you know 2500 sq. ft.), or he was just so unable to deal with me being here he couldn't leave me alone for more than 15 minutes. It.made.me.nuts! I would be mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-idea, mid-creativeness, in the middle of a phone conversation and he would BURST through the door and start talking about whatever without any thought or care as to what I was doing. It.made.me.nuts! </p><p> </p><p>Despite the waving wildly of my hand (you know like that crazy thing we do when we try to tell people we are on the phone pointing, twirling our arm, something like we are having a spasm, but not and then you do the head roll, point some more and then roll your eyes?) yeah that - he STILL wouldn't get it. Instead he would THEN blurt out nearly I swear as loudly as he could "OH I SEE YOU ARE ON THE PHONE. (long pause) I DIDN'T KNOW (longer pause, then slightly lower yelling) I'll COME BACK (then walking away, stop and turn -still yelling) OR YOU COME GET ME WHEN YOU ARE OFF THE PHONE OKAY HONEY? All of which would take, each time about 30 seconds. Never. failed. All, and every time while I am doing the crazy wave wildly and point to the phone. So finally I started closing the door, and putting a note on the door saying 'On the phone'. </p><p>(Didn't stop him) He'd stand there, listen - and if he didn't hear ME talking? He'd come in, and then I'd have to STILL point to the phone, and try to explain with pointing and wild arm waving - I wasn't always the one TALKING - there were two sides to a conversation to which we'd go back into ""OH I SEE YOU ARE ON THE PHONE. (long pause) I DIDN'T KNOW (longer pause, then slightly lower yelling) I'll COME BACK (smile Star, smile) and in the mean time - whatever important information I was supposed to get on the other end? Was generally lost. Grrrrr. </p><p> </p><p>I wondered if it was the fact that I was there and he'd gotten used to me NOT being there? But it's not like I ever invaded his space - I'm at the other end of the house. I'm quiet. Finally I said something to him, and well that just offended him to the point of "Well you just come get ME when YOU are finished. I won't bother YOU any more." To which I thought in my mind 'you are being childish, and okay I know how to handle this...So I did exactly what he asked. Until.....he went back to coming in and doing it all over again. lol. For a while? It was great. I could actually get my thoughts out - without interruption. Now we're back to - him coming in and doing whatever, whenever. </p><p> </p><p>I wish I could say that I'd stoop to his level, and go out in the garage and interrupt him when he's working, but I'm just so danged happy that he's making progress on the house? I dare not. So i do the only thing I CAN do - I knock on the bathroom door - lol. "Are you in there?" "I need to talk to you are you coming out soon?" "Are you going to be in there much longer?" "If I'm bothering you I'll come back.....3 minutes later...is now too soon?" Finally he semi-shriek/laughed 'WHATS UP WITH YOU?' - and I said "Well at least you aren't on the phone...Are you waiving your arms and pointing like I do?" ----Ahhhhh message received loud and clear. Now at least I have gained THAT privledge uninterrupted. </p><p> </p><p>Sad that I had to poop...I mean stoop to that level - but a gals gotta do what a gals gotta do.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 410938, member: 4964"] Pats gir.....I mean Polly Plaything...(snort) ----envisions --oh never mind. (still snort) You know I haven't 'quite' figured out what the MAGIC is about me in my office. No really - hear me out, and I have tried 'Oh so many' things to dissuade (wait I want to get my dictionary of synonyms and antonyms) huh-never mind it's a cheap one - doesn't even have dissuade in it. Anyway, I have not figured out WHAT it is about me being in that little 10x12 room attracts DF like a moth to a flame to me. When first I became unemployed I thought it was a little cute that he brought me coffee first thing in the morning, and then came for my refills. We do that for each other and we are, and have been very thoughtful of even small things like that even after twelve years of being together. Then at lunch he would come in and offer to make me lunch, and bring to me if I were busy and vise-versa if he were out in the yard. Dinner? Same way. We've always been like that. However I can clearly remember posting about two months after being unemployed that he was making me NUTS with coming into the office nearly ever 15 minutes. It wasn't checking up on me, but it was like I either somehow was at the other end of the house silently wrecking his mojo and invading his space (you know 2500 sq. ft.), or he was just so unable to deal with me being here he couldn't leave me alone for more than 15 minutes. It.made.me.nuts! I would be mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-idea, mid-creativeness, in the middle of a phone conversation and he would BURST through the door and start talking about whatever without any thought or care as to what I was doing. It.made.me.nuts! Despite the waving wildly of my hand (you know like that crazy thing we do when we try to tell people we are on the phone pointing, twirling our arm, something like we are having a spasm, but not and then you do the head roll, point some more and then roll your eyes?) yeah that - he STILL wouldn't get it. Instead he would THEN blurt out nearly I swear as loudly as he could "OH I SEE YOU ARE ON THE PHONE. (long pause) I DIDN'T KNOW (longer pause, then slightly lower yelling) I'll COME BACK (then walking away, stop and turn -still yelling) OR YOU COME GET ME WHEN YOU ARE OFF THE PHONE OKAY HONEY? All of which would take, each time about 30 seconds. Never. failed. All, and every time while I am doing the crazy wave wildly and point to the phone. So finally I started closing the door, and putting a note on the door saying 'On the phone'. (Didn't stop him) He'd stand there, listen - and if he didn't hear ME talking? He'd come in, and then I'd have to STILL point to the phone, and try to explain with pointing and wild arm waving - I wasn't always the one TALKING - there were two sides to a conversation to which we'd go back into ""OH I SEE YOU ARE ON THE PHONE. (long pause) I DIDN'T KNOW (longer pause, then slightly lower yelling) I'll COME BACK (smile Star, smile) and in the mean time - whatever important information I was supposed to get on the other end? Was generally lost. Grrrrr. I wondered if it was the fact that I was there and he'd gotten used to me NOT being there? But it's not like I ever invaded his space - I'm at the other end of the house. I'm quiet. Finally I said something to him, and well that just offended him to the point of "Well you just come get ME when YOU are finished. I won't bother YOU any more." To which I thought in my mind 'you are being childish, and okay I know how to handle this...So I did exactly what he asked. Until.....he went back to coming in and doing it all over again. lol. For a while? It was great. I could actually get my thoughts out - without interruption. Now we're back to - him coming in and doing whatever, whenever. I wish I could say that I'd stoop to his level, and go out in the garage and interrupt him when he's working, but I'm just so danged happy that he's making progress on the house? I dare not. So i do the only thing I CAN do - I knock on the bathroom door - lol. "Are you in there?" "I need to talk to you are you coming out soon?" "Are you going to be in there much longer?" "If I'm bothering you I'll come back.....3 minutes later...is now too soon?" Finally he semi-shriek/laughed 'WHATS UP WITH YOU?' - and I said "Well at least you aren't on the phone...Are you waiving your arms and pointing like I do?" ----Ahhhhh message received loud and clear. Now at least I have gained THAT privledge uninterrupted. Sad that I had to poop...I mean stoop to that level - but a gals gotta do what a gals gotta do. [/QUOTE]
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