Little stuff your SO does that gets on your nerves?

You'd never tell them, but it's OK to post them here. :P

Tupperware containers that have been used and are empty and need to be washed that have been resealed and have fermented for three days in a drawer at work, yeah, I love opening those up. That, and snotty crumpled up tissue paper that often spontaneously blossoms all over our house. At certain times of the year it's like a spring meadow of coughed up mucous and phlegm, I feel like fucking Heidi skipping around picking snot wild flowers.

:hide:

:D

Now I'd give anything to see that again.

That drives me bonkers. That yarn pile next to my computer? NOT MINE!

Current project in a plastic bag, needles and whatnot in a case in the bag, and all yarn and other projects in a big bin.

I'm a good wife :P

One for her needles/sticks/rulers.
TWO for yarn.
One for misc. debris.

All are very attractive and fit under the couch.

And still, she filled them all in I think two minutes.

I'm afraid to get her more, because I'm afraid she'll get more yarn to fill it.

She might even make me go with her on a trip to the alpaca farm likes she's been threatening.

Alpaca farm!!! :scared:

And yes, the more available space there is, the more yarn that will be purchased to fill it. Knitters can't help it, it's an illness. :P

I wanna go to the Alpaca farm! :bounce:

I'm dragging Sniffa to the yarn store tomorrow. He needs to pick out what color yarn he wants for his socks. :rofl:

She's forever trying to get me to agree to bright colors, or to let her put (horror) cabling in the sweaters.
And she still thinks, bless her, that someday I will agree to let her make me a *turtleneck* sweater.

:rofl:

I'll take big, brown and bulky, please.

I think they are cool. But I don't think I could knit. It's like, I like the smell of coffee but I can't stand the taste. Not that I can't stand knitting. Maybe sewing, I think I could sew before I could knit.

I'm self-taught, from books and the Internet. Been at it for years, and I do it pretty well! It's just a series of loops of yarn on a needle, really. I found crocheting to be impossible, on the other hand.

:)

You would be amazed at what you can do with them. That's why I said sewing. I think it would be cool to be a sailmaker, any job where you work in a loft is friggin' cool in my book.

How hard is it to close a cabinet door when you are done with it?

Also,

Leaves used tissues all over the place.

Writes important phone numbers on little scraps of paper and can never find them when she needs them.

:cry:

Name brand. He claims he can taste a difference between Kraft cheese and the store brand. Also, he hates getting store brand pain relievers. I've told him ibuprofen is ibuprofen is ibuprofen. Changing the bottle it's in doesn't change what it is, and they're probably even made in the same factory!

... but it works both ways- in some cases I prefer the store brands. Pop-Tarts, for instance- The name brand ones are way too sweet for my taste...

Pain relievers, though? No way- I get whatever is cheapest.

Or does he check them that closely??

Rarely closes a closet door. And leaves the cabinet doors in the kitchen ajar!

Leaves cabinet doors and drawers open...leaves tools all over the house...pets the cats so vigorously that he creates giant tumbleweeds of cat hair (and lets them roll all over the place instead of picking them up)...flat-out refuses to help with the yard (getting back at his parents for making him mow the lawn when he was a teenager or something). Sigh. Good thing he's cute.

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...the cats love the deep-tissue massage. :P

And it's getting worse as the years go by

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which are not so little anymore, he has gone completely round the twist;)

It's really spiraled out of control over the past year. It's gotten really bad before, but this time he refuses to go back to Dr. Green the Miracle Worker because he thinks his OCD is a good thing. It's keeping us SAFE!

When he brings go grocery shopping for me (see, he's not all bad!) or grabs some 2-liters of pop from the convenience store, he washes everything washable in the kitchen sink with soap and water before I'm allowed to touch any of it.

He went out to grab us a bag of burgers for lunch and came back with a bag of burgers from a different place than the one I thought he was going to. A surprise but no biggie. The next morning, I found a bag full of untouched food from the first restaurant in the back of the car. He explained that the cook at that place didn't look clean, so he had to go somewhere else and get us the second bag of food.

He doesn't drink, but his truck reeks like a brewery because of the alcohol in his monk juice (that's what we call his giant bottle of Germ-X).

We planned our first vacation in seven years this summer but, in the end, Hubs couldn't commit to going because of cleanliness fears about hotels and restaurants.

He routinely sends bill payments by Express Mail to be extra sure they arrive by the due date. And he does all the bill-paying for his family's wholesale business at our kitchen table. Before I put my foot down, he used to have me sit and read off every item on every check while he stared at the invoice or whatever document they were written from, to be sure that he didn't make a mistake. Now that I won't play that game anymore, he spends extra hours repeatedly examining every check he's written and photocopies each one before sealing them into envelopes and sending them off (by Express Mail, of course!).

I could go on and on, but you get the idea. He works with his family every day and they tease him mercilessly about his OCD, so by the time he gets home to me he doesn't want to hear any more about it.

also, wears huge, thick socks that are too big to fold and put in the dresser drawers.

Also, buys huge quantities of everything, even though we live in a tiny house.

Sweeney Sisters used to on SNL in their Lounge Lizard act.

He's good, it just gets on my nerves.

Oh and he does these wild faux opera outbursts of song, in the style of old Mighty Mouse cartoons that while often funny can also be annoying, when I have a headache

:evilfrown:

breathing!

Which I can't stand. I want to knock him out when he does it.

Often cleaning & putting away utencils that I still need or have not used yet, running into me, now & then splashing soap-water onto the food!!!

Then again, I'm lucky to have someone who likes to clean!!!

with me, I hate crumbs not being wiped up right away and leaving used tea bags in the tea bag dish...


for him, it's me and buying mugs and putting stuff on the cutting board that he thinks shouldn't be there.

making this horrid sloppy snorting noise.

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