Wives and girlfriends...
 

...you just got to love 'em!

that's a real good one I had to smile on this one...charlie

Like when my wife mixed a half bottle of single malt with a half bottle of Dewars

Mills, I hope she went to confession as that’s a mortal sin.

Mills, I would have still drank it.

Why would even have Dewars in the house Mills???? :nono:

My wife called me at the office one day and said, "I have a big pot of sauce and meatballs ready. My best sauce yet!! I used that wine that was in your wine "closet" I picked the plainest one with the guys head on it instead of the fancy bottles..." Yep. OPUS ONE.

After reading these I just gave my wife a big kiss and a thank you! She said, "What's that for?" I just said, "Oh, no reason..."

Better not encourage her.

That's just as good as a deposit in the bank ......... maybe better.

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.

That’s pretty darn sad!





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It was. There was nothing funny about it at all.

My cousin was doing some genealogy research for a hereditary society. The ancestor he chose had a similar "complicated" situation and it led to several pages of a family bible being torn out to "excommunicate" a few family members. Those pages were needed to prove relation, was the problem. My cousin wound up finding a different ancestor with less drama in the family tree.

"Why do you have so many guns?"

"I don't know, why do you have so many pairs of shoes?"

It will be 34 years in September....

And you can sell the guns for what you paid for them.

Shoes? Not so

My sister has a shoe collection to rival Imelda Marcos.

shoes!!!!
 

I have one of those too, sisters with SHOES I mean!

I hit the wife lottery.
She’s an amazing woman and our children and myself are extremely blessed.
My gun safes were already busting at the seems and I come home with a 22 gun collection that I bought from an old gentleman. Anyway there where guns everywhere for about a month. My wife comes to me and says ……. Murph…. Do me a favor. No more guns ! I’m sure I looked at her with sad puppy eyes. Then she smiled and added not until you buy another safe.

Six years ago, The Lovely Linda bought me a house that is on one level, because I had some spectacular falls in our old four level house. Well, one level except for the man cave. The power chair takes me to my guns. That was her idea. We've been together for 25 years and three bird dogs. Life is good.