Emperor1956 -> RE: Am i being anal? (11/13/2006 4:09:22 PM)
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Ahem. whine whine WHINE whine...much? *grin* 1. Aileen: Trainers are tennis shoes. Or running shoes. missturbation: Now that Aileen knows what running shoes are, they do not belong on coffee tables. Tell him that once. Use a baseball bat (or a cricket bat, ducks) to remind him again. and again. and if need be, again although two bruised shins should do it. 2. There is never an excuse for bad hygiene. 3. The pube thing -- if he denies they are his you have a few choices: (a) Catch him fluffing and combing (I mean he MUST be doing something to shed that much!). The problem here is that to catch him in the act, you have to be where you REALLY don't want to be. (b) Get to know a CSI, take a sample of the pubes from the toilet, and get a sample of the pubes from him, or failing that, some DNA from him. (How you go about this is NOT something I want to discuss.) Take said samples to friendly CSI and get match results. And remember, unless the follicle is part of the hair sample, the comparison is limited. (c) teach him to dust off the seat when he's done. (d) boot him out, or (e) suck it up. 4. Unplug the electronics. Plug them in ONLY when you want to watch TV or listen to music. Tell him the "wireless" and the "telly" are on the fritz (how are my hopelessly outdated Englishisms?). Do not allow him to plug them back in (if he figures it out). 5. Forbid smoking by anyone in the apt. but you. If he catches you smoking, tell him its therapy FOR YOU. Only. Otherwise, all I can think of is: Marry him. Then you'll have legitimate gripes like 99% of other married women. E.
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