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a holistic cosmology of squabbling, usually with an hour of tears to follow
pisses my wife off. I have to bite my tongue when homeopathy comes up.
i've had this issue before with an ex arguing against evolution. I could feel my respect for her cannonballing through the floor.
and she teaches it. I however just know bullshit when i hear it which can make arguing very difficult. And pointless. Still, both the kids are atheists so my work is done.
at my niece's naming ceremony, both my (pharmacist) sister and her partner said stuff about going to 'readings' and being told stuff about the future. my sis likes Derren Brown, too. perhaps she just doesn't pay attention to the deconstructing mystical bullshit aspect.
and pretty much anything can result in squabbling
I think it's literally impossible to speak to someone nicely when you've been woken up by a baby at 4am. Even questions like 'Can you pass me that cloth please' sound like personal insults when you're that tired.
A game of Scrabble can lead to all out war.
Especially when one of the players inevitably decides that they're bored and sells all their properties to someone for a knock-down price on a whim.
tis a silly game.
Not interested if I'm going to lose.
which just mean the letter f, l and s - are they fair game? online scrabble says yes, but i wouldn't dare use them when playing against relatives etc.
It just ends up being a big square with nowhere to go. It's all about who can get the longest word.
so, say someone's laid out BRACKET horizontally, I could lay out LONG horizontally spelling EL and TO as well
without realizing you've posted.
Its a bullshit rule and you know it.
What about shomp?
Let me just spend 15 minutes checking a dictionary in the hope I accidentally stumble across a real word that I thought I was making up.
May as well just do away with humans, put all the letters into a computer and let it play against itself.
the scrabble app on the iphone basically allows you to do this - just chucking all your letters on in random could-be-a-word combinations and giving it a shot. If it isn't a word, you just try again and there's no way for your opponents to know what you're doing. Farcical.
I'm just really good at it, y'know? *shrug*
Same excuse every time.
I'm not even joking.
at the pub started to argue; you could hear them getting louder, and the others going 'come on guys ffs calm down we just want a pint.'
And finally about he goes 'and that'll be me with the lion's share of the property on this side of the board, then'.
And she just went BECAUSE YOU'RE A CUNT, ROSS and knocked the entire board onto the floor, and walked out.
Oh Ross :( you cunt.
i just love the idea of a sudden board close, and then a silent scowl into the middle distance, while you surreptitiously count up your money just within eye-shot.
Hint: it's not
I can't take it
It's the future. I've got a nice thin one so I'm not baking hot, she's got a nice thick one so she's not freezing cold.
because I like my nice duck down duvet but he hates it and likes his shit artifical one so I thought of just cutting them in half and sewing them together so they fit in a double duvet cover. I still think this is a brilliant idea. We'd both be happy then.
The ideal temperature for a bedroom at night is typically 19C. I'm fine with this. When your lady friend has a temperature in the flat of 25C and is sleeping under a duvet with pyjamas on, separate duvets aren't really going to bridge the gap.
My bedroom temperature game is on point.
It's like living in Nazi Germany sometimes.
The green sofa with legs?
A new low for you, Food.
Her: "Is it this one?" [exit on a roundabout]
Me: "No, the next one"
Takes *this* exit.
Cue an argument over the use of.the words *this* and *next*
To the point where I now don't direct her if she goes wrong as I physically can't be bothered anymore (unless we're late for something then I relent). She always seems to get lost in the same places. I turn the CD player up and sing a bit louder instead.
This is nice.
There's normally a strop or two. I want it to be nice.
``I wasn't really in the mood for *meal cooked*``
One person is actually cooking, the other is helping.
I am a capable sous chef, but give me a sniff of power and I turn into a tyrant
I prefer to cook on my own to be fair.
Its easier and quicker if I just cook it myself without him poking his oar in.
I asked him to chop up a pepper once. Never. Again.
previously i was a fucking massive hinderance in the kitchen. You'd have to check up to see that I wasn't fucking it up every couple mins. :(
I always have him saying the following:
put in more pasta
have you got any bread?
YOURE NOT DOING IT PROPERLY
we haven't really had one
Winds me up. Why take the time to hang the stuff out if you're just going to scrunch it all up so it takes hours and hours to dry? Other than that I'm pretty mellow.
Oh, my wife's crap at washing up too, but I suspect that's 90% deliberate.
When the two girls start arguing about who gets to suck my cock first.
always ends in relationship breakdown. Followed by meatballs