Random Irritations

Even bigger issue with it is, I'm in the wrong for having the hump that they've been moved from where the were stored safely in a cupboard nobody else goes in to somewhere that only she and the almighty know where it is🙄
And... if they were really that important it's your fault for not putting them away somewhere safe!

Do they all read the same instruction manual?
 
And... if they were really that important it's your fault for not putting them away somewhere safe!

Do they all read the same instruction manual?
Yup exactly what was said, even though that cupboard was perfectly safe in my office/workshop that I converted one of the garages into. The same place I keep all important documents, literally a room nobody except me goes in..

She's just found said military records complete in the red service record folder they come in, in a carrier bag down the side of her shoes boxes in her wardrobe. Because that's clearly safer and more findable than the cupboard where I keep all importsnt documents, and then get told don't know why I think it's her fault 🤣🤣

You're right there's clearly an instruction manual they read that we have no idea how to decipher..
 
Yup exactly what was said, even though that cupboard was perfectly safe in my office/workshop that I converted one of the garages into. The same place I keep all important documents, literally a room nobody except me goes in..

She's just found said military records complete in the red service record folder they come in, in a carrier bag down the side of her shoes boxes in her wardrobe. Because that's clearly safer and more findable than the cupboard where I keep all importsnt documents, and then get told don't know why I think it's her fault 🤣🤣

You're right there's clearly an instruction manual they read that we have no idea how to decipher..

Surely if you searched everywhere you'd have found her copy of the manual; you could have saved us all a lot of bother... :mad:

:ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
 
People tidying things away they have no need to touch or move 😠
Need my military records for something quite important, I know exactly where they were or at least should be, only to find the Mrs had a clean up and now has no idea where she moved them to, I've had the whole house out and nothing. Her answer is just apply for new copies, yeah that takes several months and I need them this week, if they'd been left where they were I wouldn't be struggling to find them😠
This sounds far too familiar. Well without the military bit. But women moving/hiding stuff pointlessly. Mine usually tends to deny ever having touched or seen the item despite the fact it's not in the location I left it.
 
Not sure if this should be posted on the 'gladdens the heart' thread as well.

For some weird reason my computer randomly starts talking to me about visiting Brodick Castle.
The female voice has an accent that I cannot quite place.
End result is she makes Brodick sound very like Braw Dick and makes me smile as I believe it is done quite deliberately
 
Algebra and Fractions...

I can calculate weight, measurements, area, decimals, percentages in my head. But ask me to find the value of X or even multiples of fractions and its like my brain farts the info clean out.

Got to do a numerical times test for something and can I get those 2 nailed absolutely not...
 
You didn’t have to, you chose to. And given some of your posts that has to win this year’s “Dear Pot, love Kettle “ irony award. :rolleyes:

Hmmmm, not sure that's totally warranted. I don't continue argue unnecessarily. Once I realise I'm dealing with someone who is devoid of a sense of humour I give up.
 
Misplacing my wallet

One of them where you know you had it in the house but you start questioning everywhere you went the day before ..

Found it after 20 mins.. 3 trips to the garage.. golf bag completely out twice

On side in garage hidden In the dark as the light doesn’t reach there.. was obvious on the 3rd visit when I went via the front and opened the full size door and mr sun shined straight onto it lol

Panic over
 
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