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What do you hate doing on Sundays
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Cleaning the house/laundry, listening to everyone complain because they have to pitch in.
finish working Saturday till 3 AM getting home at 4 and having to be at work Sunday at 12 PM ... I’m really really late I'M OUT!
cleanig the house, sleep all day long, watch tv....
homework, homework, homework, and did I mention HOMEWORK???!!!
Laundry, always the laundry.
Laundry*, dishes, watering the lawn (actually, I don't hate that), cleaning the floors*.*= I have managed to procrastinate and haven't done these yet today.
Montambo, that is the very reason that I have managed to procrastinate so far today. Thank you, wine!
I hate spending the weekend thinking of all the things I really should be doing because I probably won't get them done during the week. Oh, the guilt!
I hate having to do anything on Sundays! Can't I just have a day off when I do exactly what I want when I want to? You could say I'm a dreamer.
I have not had a real day off in.... Oh I don't know a really long time. I love my wife, but the woman doesn't know how to relax or how to take a day off. This means I don’t get a day off. Because when she says something like:"We need to put a new fence around the yard this summer."
What she is really saying is, (I) need to put a new fence up this summer
"Don't you think that lighting fixture (pointing to a home depot sales paper) would look great in the kitchen?"
Translation: I need to go to home depot "right" now and get that. If I don't she will pick at it like a festering wound. Then I will have a grace period of 36 hours to have it installed. This is only because I am probably working on something else that would "look good" here/there whatever.
This probably doesn't paint a nice picture of my wife... Really she is great, She just frustrates the hell out of me when she doesn't appreciate the fact that I have been working 21 days straight a month for the last 5 months. I need a break when I get home, not a chore list.
Eeek! Have you told her that?I used to be like that, I admit. Always doing something, had to be doing something. If I wasn't, then I felt too guilty to enjoy myself. I'm quite sure I drove my husband crazy, by making him do stuff.
Then I got older, and learned to appreciate the glories of slothdom! How long til she's in her mid-40s? :D
I love doing some things, like cooking. But if I were dating/married to someone who was constantly telling me, "we need to have X for dinner" (meaning I need to cook X for him for dinner), I'd kick him to the curb. Not that I'm suggesting you kick your wife to the curb, Nick. I make a terrible girl. For the most part I don't tell guys they need to do shit, except maybe "hell no, it's my drill, you hold the ladder." I certainly never tell guys they need to do guy shit for me.I was shamed today when the neighbor guy's drill was much nicer than mine. He's got a sensitive-guy streak...what if he's got a sewing machine nicer than my (20-buck thrift-store find) sewing machine, too? Should I be jealous, pissed off, or in love? I should bake something nice for him since he helped me right the canopy-tent-thingy on my deck that blew away, but a shaved-head-portlander-guy-in-glasses just might be a vegan, and while baked goods are hard to do well, vegan baked goods are near impossible.
I thought it was a leopard doesn't change his spots! Shows how much I know. Sheesh, Lisa you reminded me something else I hate, that mostly happens on a Sunday. The hubby decides there's this project that he feels compels to accomplish. Suddenly it becomes our project. Something he "can't" do without my help. For the whole length of the project. No warning at all. The guy couldn't change a lightbulb without my help! If I need help during a project, I'll check in with him beforehand on a good time. And then suddenly he's the supervisor? And so, Lisa, here comes your line. "hell no, it's my drill, you hold the ladder."
Are you certain he is a veggie? Maybe you should hand him a nice ribeye dripping with blood. If he starts to salivate, he is a keeper. If he goes white in the face, tell him "Nice drill see you around."
I think you're right, Lori. How the Tiger Got His Stripes is the tiger one. It must be the leopard who doesn't change.I'm just glad Kipling doesn't live in my time and place. It'd be squirrels (shudder), raccoons, and maybe blue jays. Though the urban wildlife can be amusing. As I sit on the deck, I hear the jingle-jingle that sounds like a dog on a chain. I turn around and see, coming down the sidewalk between my place and the house next door, a super-punk chick with a kind of shaved-head-double-mohawk, and as the jingling gets louder, I wonder whether she knows all her chains and piercings sound like a dog. Until the noises get crazy loud, like a dog fighting a chain. I look again, and she's tackled a yellow-dog mutt, and is hooking a lead up to its collar.
a) I've never met a punk named Suzanne before. b) No, I don't have an animal in the yard. I have tomatoes and sugar snap peas. Your dog went nuts because it's a dog. Keep a damn leash on the thing.
And no, I don't know he's a veggie. I just know better than to make bacon cornbread muffins bound with egg for any gentle-voiced, shaved-head guy in Oregon without asking first. If he suggests steak, I'm pretty much a goner. And if he offers to cook steak....holy hell.
(May the Record Reflect that I moved the tiger/stripes bit to the I Hate Love thread, so Lori's not hallucinating)
Oh yeah, I also hate going to sleep Sunday night. I know it is just delaying the inevitable but I am always hoping for some tear in space time to warp me back to Friday afternoon. It hasn't happened yet, hence my cheerful personality.
Cleaning and cooking. I think Neil Young was right, a man does need a maid.
Frank, I'm not a man and I could do with a fucking maid...I don't think it's gender specific!
Nick, my sister is like your wife...and my brother(in-law) is less handy than me and a complete SLOB...it's a nice match. Is your wife ever content/happy? My sister never is, ever...it's crazy really. I couldn't live like that. Oh and "need to" or "we need to" always = YOU need to in her vocabulary!
In answer to the topic's question; cleaning the cat box. That would have to be my absolute most hated Sunday task!
Nick, my sister is like your wife...and my brother(in-law) is less handy than me and a complete SLOB...it's a nice match. Is your wife ever content/happy? My sister never is, ever...it's crazy really. I couldn't live like that. Oh and "need to" or "we need to" always = YOU need to in her vocabulary!
In answer to the topic's question; cleaning the cat box. That would have to be my absolute most hated Sunday task!
Amy darlin... I had no idea you were into Maid fetish. I'll have to bring my French Maid uniform and my strap on to Portland in June.
::::tugs on her back-seam, cuban heel, black nylon stockings and searches around for her black, four inch, Dolce & Gabbana Maryjanes::::don't forget to bring your note from home, Donald. ; )
Charissa, You could make a pretty penny if you make a swing by Brooklyn with your outfit.
a penny?? pfft, honey, I may be easy, but I'm not cheap.
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2) cleaning the garage (yes I must do this every week, it is a sickness)
3) going grocery shopping
4) taking the weeks garbage to the dump.
5) calls from family (WTF I moved 3,500 miles away for a reason assholes!)