Last June I had a new hip installed. I was home the day after surgery recovering and my wife gave me a dose of the medicine the doctor prescribed. Next thing I know my wife yells from the kitchen, "Did you take that pill yet? Ha HA! Because I accidentally gave you the dogs seizure medication!"
...wonderful...but far less serious than messing with my single malt or loading bench...I guess.

Whoa!:shock:

Mills, I'm going to say that isn't a big deal. Had she de-wormed you, well then, we gotta talk.

Phil, you did the right thing

My first Boss used to have a toast to Wives and Girlfriends: "may they never meet."

A good wife is hard to come by these days. I found mine more than 51 years ago.





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My situation of me on one side of the earth and my wife daughter and grandson on the other is not the best . It does however make it far easier to sort of keep powders etc in order and way way easier to sneak in the new whatever it may be :whistle:

Congratulations, Dean. Well done! We celebrated our 50th last November.

Indeed they are. I found mine as well, and the miracle is that she has put up with me for 52 years!

When I was working in the northern oil patch much of my business was in a remote town that was pretty isolated. Kind of a company town that pretty much everybody was employed by companies servicing two large oil companies. I lived about an hour away in a larger town, but spent 3 or 4 days a week there. The two companies owned enough nice houses to station all their staff in town. One of the companies owned a large airplane that ferried the two companies partial shifts back and forth several times a week for more than 10 years and the employees worked a two week in/two out shift. Almost all the employees' families lived in large southern areas while the guys lived "alone" in their free company house while on shift.
Well, as happens in that business there was a serious downturn in oil prices and like all the other companies those two had to cut costs. They suddenly got rid of the airplane, ended the housing allowance, and forced everyone to move their families up to the company houses. Nobody was hiring so if they wanted to keep working they didn't have much choice. What a mess! Guys trying to move long term girlfriends out, sometimes with kids, to make room for the southern families, wives meeting their husbands girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, sometimes ex-ex-girlfriends, little Billy asking mom "why does Tommie at the new school look just like me?" By far most of the guys were faithful family men, but even their wives had doubts and questions when they saw what was going on. A lot of guys were probably locking up their guns and ammo to keep it away from their wives, but for a much different reason.