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missing men
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Could anyone explain why men are always missing when a meal is ready? You can spend ages cooking, man of house under your feet, then as soon as dinner is on the plate they are nowhere to be seen.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.What happens is - you are aware that your lovely wife or partner is cooking, and doesn't want you under her feet (this is assuming you have set the table etc.,) so you scoot out of the way and ...
put the telly on
start rerading the paper
go to the loo
get the PC fired up
pick up a paper
and generally zone out, which means you miss the tell-tale sounds of the meal being ready for consumption.
Add to that the Law of Sod that means you are so absorbed in what you are doing / reading that you miss two or three calls to the table, and hey presto!
You are in BIG trouble!
It's a man thing.
Sorry ladies ...
put the telly on
start rerading the paper
go to the loo
get the PC fired up
pick up a paper
and generally zone out, which means you miss the tell-tale sounds of the meal being ready for consumption.
Add to that the Law of Sod that means you are so absorbed in what you are doing / reading that you miss two or three calls to the table, and hey presto!
You are in BIG trouble!
It's a man thing.
Sorry ladies ...
Thanks for the answers lol :)
Yes it might be my cooking snagged never thought of that...maybe when we first got together he could be excused but to still be doing it 45 years on???perhaps I should get him to do the cooking.!!!!!!! Maybe he goes out looking for the odd socks, teaspoons and a decent cook......
Yes it might be my cooking snagged never thought of that...maybe when we first got together he could be excused but to still be doing it 45 years on???perhaps I should get him to do the cooking.!!!!!!! Maybe he goes out looking for the odd socks, teaspoons and a decent cook......
I had to laugh at what you said , oldmaggie!
If you think you've got problems, you want to be married to a man thats got a model railway upstairs in the loft !!!!
its murder. Now winters here, I will never be able to drag him down for din dins.
it takes 3---4-- shouts out to him, to get him to respond.
but -- at least I know where he is --he's not out with other women !! hee hee
If you think you've got problems, you want to be married to a man thats got a model railway upstairs in the loft !!!!
its murder. Now winters here, I will never be able to drag him down for din dins.
it takes 3---4-- shouts out to him, to get him to respond.
but -- at least I know where he is --he's not out with other women !! hee hee
This post has made me laugh out loud.
My hubby does the same re dinner, the thing is a few minutes before I serve up I shout "Five minutes" so he has time to finish the page / turn the computer off, etc. Still never works.
But shopping. Oh, how he does my head in shopping. He always has to push the trolley, his choice not mine, but he fannies about with "No you go first, no, after you, honestly, you go first...no, really, you go....". I swear to God, if we went round the supermarket at his pace, letting all the other doddery old gets in front of us, and then just standing there waiting whilst Ethel and Stan decide to stop dead in the middle of the aisle for a catch up instead of asking them to move so you can get by, our shopping would be defrosted by the time we got home and the salad veg would be starting to rot. If I went shopping on my own it would take half the time and cost half as much.
My hubby does the same re dinner, the thing is a few minutes before I serve up I shout "Five minutes" so he has time to finish the page / turn the computer off, etc. Still never works.
But shopping. Oh, how he does my head in shopping. He always has to push the trolley, his choice not mine, but he fannies about with "No you go first, no, after you, honestly, you go first...no, really, you go....". I swear to God, if we went round the supermarket at his pace, letting all the other doddery old gets in front of us, and then just standing there waiting whilst Ethel and Stan decide to stop dead in the middle of the aisle for a catch up instead of asking them to move so you can get by, our shopping would be defrosted by the time we got home and the salad veg would be starting to rot. If I went shopping on my own it would take half the time and cost half as much.