This is usually what happens when Mr. P tries to “help out.” A few weeks ago, he removed all of my nicely organized and folded kitchen towels from their drawer when he was searching for something and just had them laying on the dining table. Despite living in our house for more than a year, he rarely knows where anything in the kitchen goes. Continue reading
Hello, hello! Sorry for the long silence. This month has been crazy busy.
There’s a cliché that men hate to ask for directions, even when they are lost. I’ve always thought myself so lucky that Mr. P isn’t one of those men. But recently I realized that he refuses to read the instructions for a new purchase. I don’t necessarily read instructions first either, but if I can’t figure it out, then I’ll turn to that handy little booklet.
Mr. P’s continued refusal even after he can’t figure something out is mind boggling to me. He’d rather curse at the product, press random buttons over and over for an hour, rather than take a few minutes to consult the instructions. I think he’s finally starting to see my point, but he’s still being pretty stubborn about it.
I’m thinking of doing a series devoted to when Mr. P is in the kitchen. Several times now, something boils over or burns on the stove while he is in the kitchen and he does nothing about it, claiming he didn’t hear it/see it/smell it. I’m having a hard time believing his excuses…
We hope everyone has a fun, relaxing and safe long weekend!
Last month I had my first live TV segment, where I demonstrated how to make one of the recipes from my cookbook. Mr. P was very supportive, patiently waiting while I tried on a zillion different outfits, accompanying me on trips to buy new tools, and even taking a few hours off work so he could be there for me to help calm my nerves.
However, this being Mr. P, he also inadvertently caused some major stress the morning of the segment when he took a big bite out of the cake I was bringing as my finished cake. Continue reading
Last week Mr. P’s childhood friend came to visit and no one was there to pick him up when he arrived. Mr. P assured me that I didn’t need to plan anything and that he and his friend Steve had everything taken care of. Yet, even the night before, when I asked for details, he didn’t seem to know which train his friend was taking, which station he was getting into, what the agenda was for dinner, etc. Continue reading
And we’re back! Sorry for the long delay. Recently I discovered that things get mysteriously destroyed when Mr. P touches/uses them. I’m not sure why it took me so long to realize. As a result, now I don’t let him near my really precious things. haha! Continue reading
As we head into Memorial Weekend, here’s a little snapshot from our lives this week. It’s always frustrating to me how poor Mr. P’s memory is. It’s bad enough he doesn’t hear or retain half of what I say. But on top of that, he constantly forgets things he knew before. It’s this constant process of relearning things he already knows. Anyhow, it’s been a long week and we’re ready for the weekend. Have a great weekend everyone!
Hi everyone! We are back with another comic, having now recovered from our recent trip to Taiwan.
While I love exploring new places with Mr. P, I absolutely hate the lead-up to the trip because Mr. P is pretty useless. While I spend weeks researching and carefully planning everything, he does nothing. If I assign him one task, he still manages to screw it up.
In the 15 years we’ve been together, the single most angriest moment I’ve had with him was during our honeymoon to Paris. I had taken care of every step except transportation from airport to hotel, which I asked Mr. P to take care of. In his incomplete research, he concluded the best way to get to our hotel was through the subway system. A bad idea considering this was our first time in the country, we didn’t even have the correct currency yet, and it was late at night.
So instead of an easy breezy shuttle ride that would have cost less, we went through a 3 hour ordeal trying to get to our hotel, after a 10+ hour flight. Continue reading
Mr. P never helps me put away the groceries unless I specifically request him to. It’s frustrating to be trying to put away a week’s worth of produce and he’s literally just sitting there playing his phone games and doesn’t think to offer to help.
Apparently though, if a food product he loves is involved, he’ll actually make the effort. The man loves his mayonnaise. Sometimes I make us tuna fish salad, and he drowns his salad in the mayonnaise.
I hope everyone is having a great week. I’m excited the weekend is almost here!
And we’re back! Sorry for the delay. Mr. P has been quite the sickling lately. Since the start of 2015, he’s gotten sick three times. The latest two occurred back to back. First, he got a cold around the middle of March, but he couldn’t seem to kick it completely for more than 2 weeks. Then we were finally able to enjoy a few blissful days of back to normal healthy days, when he got sick yet again. And this time was the worst. He got a nasty stomach virus and took me down with him. Usually a stomach virus clears up in about 3-5 days, but this particular one lasted more than a week.
But now we’re finally better and I’ve gotten extremely strict on Mr. P’s eating habits. Before, he used to point to the fact that he never got sick, so why should he listen to me about healthy eating. Now he can’t say that anymore and I think getting sick so much this year has scared him too. He’s finally eating fruit everyday, taking walks with me, and I’ve been making him chicken soup from scratch every day to boost up his immune system.
Now about this comic. Seriously, I don’t know why people tell stuff to Mr. P. It never reaches me unless you tell me too. And it’s not as if he is Mr. Responsible. He won’t RSVP, he’s not the one arranging gifts for important milestone parties we can’t attend, etc. And of course, I’m the one who gets an earful later when we’ve missed some big event that I wasn’t even aware of! Most of my male married friends have a good system of cc’ing their wives on emails if it involves get together plans. Mr. P never does that with me. I’m pretty sure I’d go nuts if I were to find out now how much Mr. P has accidentally forgotten to tell me over the years.