Post by themysteriouswife on Mar 24, 2016 7:22:41 GMT -5
Cotton candy. I was 7-8 months pregnant with Allie. I begged him to stop at the carnival in town. I just wanted cotton candy. I bought the largest bag possible. I ate over half of it. I told him to do something with it or I would eat it all in ons sitting. He acted like he was going to toss it out the car window. Yeah, don't get between a pregnant woman and her cravings. It was not one of my finer moments. Thank god he found it hilarious
Mine is also a pg one. He threw away my leftover pizza like 2 days after we had gotten it because he said it was old. I had planned on having it for lunch. I cried and left the house.
DH once borrowed a bottle of Aleve from his mom. He asked me to buy some from the store to replace hers. Then he got mad at me for buying brand name Aleve instead of generic naproxen. I would normally buy generic, but hers was name brand, so I figured we should give her exactly what she had. It was such a ridiculous fight, but I ended up crying!
We actually rarely fight, but when we do it's usually over something stupid!
Post by MixedBerryJam on Mar 24, 2016 7:57:14 GMT -5
OMG I had to go way deep into the archives to remember this, but the time I left the coupon wallet at the grocery store. This was pre-kids, and the fight ended with "It could have been a bayyyyybeeee" by which he was seriously trying to make a point about me being careless but I thought was so funny I assumed he was joking and laughed. Turns out he was seriously mad, but "It could have been a bayyyyybeee became one of our running jokes.
We have a Most Famous Fight. I used the word "buffet," the version with a hard T, in the car with DH and a friend of his (specifically, I was being buffeted by the wind in the back seat and asked DH to roll up the window), and both of them insisted that it was not a real word and that I had made it up. (I mean, really? You knuckleheads are going to argue vocabulary with the only person in the car who reads? Smart move.) They proceeded to MERCILESSLY mock me, using the word "buffet" for everything on the car ride to lunch, during our meal ("Hey, can you buffet me the salt?"), and on the way home. This was obviously before smart phones. We get back to the friend's house where we drop him off and start home. We are barely on the main road when DH's phone rings. I demand he put it on speaker, and the friend says "sooooooooo.... ..... I looked up buffet, aaaand she's right. Like, the context sentence for the definition is even about wind. We're assholes."
So now whenever he tries to be a know-it-all, I just say BUFFET.
I feel like we get into so many little fights about stupid shit... I can't remember most of them.
A few months ago we got into a fight about takeout. We ordered from our favorite sushi place and got a few rolls and some pot stickers. The pot stickers come with a soy sauce based dipping sauce, but I always ask for this other sauce. It's almost like a duck sauce, but thinner consistency and is normally served with the fried spring rolls. So, when DH went to pick it up I explained to him what to ask for and he came home with spicy mayo. I was so angry and sulked and said I didn't even WANT the pot stickers without the sauce. He was (rightfully) so annoyed with me for being such a whiny baby about it. We ate in silence and sat on other ends of the couch all night while we watched a movie and even went to bed mad at each other. Every time since then, he makes me pick up the takeout! LOL.
One of my aunt and uncles biggest fights was over the game pictionary.
I was playing Monopoly on my iPad at the OB/GYN's office one day and she saw and told me never to play a game with my husband because she and her husband almost got divorced over a game of Monopoly. Needless to say they never play board games anymore. I thought that was hilarious. She was so serious.
Butter. We had a huge fight because MARGARINE IS NOT THE SAME FUCKING THING AS BUTTER, OKAY?! And also the amount that is appropriate to use (all of it).
Ours was about how to close the bedroom door "properly"...
We hadn't been married long, and H would wake up at 6am during the weekend. He'd get up and shut the door when he left the room, but didn't turn the handle. He'd just pull it hard behind him and I'd jump awake at the wham! of the latch.
I had enough one morning and got up to show him how if you turned the handle when closing the door it was much quieter. Over & over I opened and closed the door while he looked at me like I was insane.
He still doesn't turn the handle, but he DOES leave the bedroom door open when he gets up now.
Post by dreamcrisp1 on Mar 24, 2016 8:20:24 GMT -5
He went and bought dinner for us and bought these super healthy salads. And I lost it. I hate salad, it isn't real food, I'll starve... Omg. Poor guy! He paid so much and it was apparently a great place. He will never buy me another salad. I just wanted carbs though.
Whenever we have stupid fights, I stop and I'm like omg I'm being an asshole but I've come so far that I can't back down now. Then eventually apologize profusely.
I feel like we get into so many little fights about stupid shit... I can't remember most of them.
A few months ago we got into a fight about takeout. We ordered from our favorite sushi place and got a few rolls and some pot stickers. The pot stickers come with a soy sauce based dipping sauce, but I always ask for this other sauce. It's almost like a duck sauce, but thinner consistency and is normally served with the fried spring rolls. So, when DH went to pick it up I explained to him what to ask for and he came home with spicy mayo. I was so angry and sulked and said I didn't even WANT the pot stickers without the sauce. He was (rightfully) so annoyed with me for being such a whiny baby about it. We ate in silence and sat on other ends of the couch all night while we watched a movie and even went to bed mad at each other. Every time since then, he makes me pick up the takeout! LOL.
*note- I was NOT pregnant!
Well, this is understandable. That sauce is awesome.
Post by gerberdaisy on Mar 24, 2016 8:27:33 GMT -5
Xh and I had a huge fight over whether it was Hot Chocolate or Hot Cocoa. Like for years whenever he would mention it I was get irrationally angry and leave the room.
Yeah, I think that was because there were other big issues going on. Oddly Hot Cocoa doesn't bother me anymore like it used to.
We were wedding planning, visited a venue, put down a deposit, all that jazz. H tells his mom about it and she tells him that that's where his aunt and uncle got married. This aunt and uncle had recently gotten divorced. Somehow, I interpreted from him telling me this that both he and his mom thought if we got married there that the marriage would end in divorce. I was so angry, cried, left the house and went for a walk, etc. Apparently, neither he or his mom thought that at all. And, as it turns out, we changed our minds about where to get married and have the reception, so it didn't even matter anyway. So stupid. Wedding planning was a stressful time for me.
Thankfully, H was lovely and very self-aware throughout my pregnancy, so I have no stories from that.
eta: Oh, we also had a pretty serious fight about the merits of daylight savings time. We can't even talk about DST now without me reliving that argument.
Our alarm code. Whether it was "0000-Off" or "0000-0" with the 0 button also acting as the Off button. Like, typing it doesn't even make sense. We were both right! But that was a huge fight and I cried.