“The way my wife hangs up the garden hose in the garage”
“The way my boyfriend puts mugs away after washing”
“My husband changed the burned-out bathroom light bulbs.”
“My wife ate every single marshmallow in a family-sized box of Count Chocula. EVERY SINGLE ONE.”
"When you’re old school"
“The way my boyfriend wears socks around the house.”
“The way my husband hung his new shirt after I told him not to leave it in the living room.”
“My wife likes to dry some of our utensils in the oven, we also don’t always check the oven before turning it on.”
“Who eats a pie like this?!?!? Apparently, my wife does.”
“My boyfriend first puts a teabag into milk and then adds hot water.”
“The way my husband (top) folds his shirts is infuriating. My neatly folded shirt is the bottom one for reference.”
"Your husband folds his shirts? And you’re complaining about how?" © MonkeyC3PO / Reddit
“My wife hangs her hoodies inside out.”
“This is how my boyfriend and I ate our pies. He didn’t take his out of the box.”
“I love my wife, but after custom-designing and building our dream kitchen, her manner of storing products drives me crazy.”
“I hate my boyfriend.”
“My boyfriend eats cheese without anything while driving.”
“The way my wife decided to reseal the coffee.”
“My boyfriend made quesadillas and put the maker back without cleaning it. Now there is dried cheese all over it. Help!”
“The way my wife peeled these apples. The garbage disposal is on the right side of the sink.”
“This is how my husband eats ice cream.”
"Annoying habit"
“I hate when my husband opens the non-resealable side of the tortillas and puts them in the refrigerator to harden.”
“How my wife loads the dishwasher”
“Why, husband, ...just ...why?”
“How my wife cuts a pizza”
“How my husband doesn’t throw away the empty tissue box and throws a new one on top”
“My wife has never once closed the microwave door after using it.”
“My wife thought my favorite iron griddle got too dirty and tried cleaning it with a sharp metal scraper.”
“How my wife scoops an avocado”
“My wife ate half my chocolate croissant but I didn’t know until I opened it up for lunch.”
a sudden burst of useless reason! an open can of soda in the middle of the table is not subjected to the same kinetic impact as on the edge. walking by, standing up, turning away, your hand or even a shirt, jacket, hoodie will easily topple them right over and a real bonus is usually there are shoes or something on the floor beneath them for some added happiness. what's more, a half full can of soda is perfectly imbalanced, belong to the family of half full bottles everywhere, including it's mothership, the two liter....on a more dramatic note, the can is symbolic of human happiness teetering on the edge of the abyss and the more sweetness that is drained from it, reducing it's purpose and reason to exist, the more likely it is to topple over the edge in despair...on a more practical bent, maybe you own a cat and we all know what happens next...and as a matter of cosmic balance, a neat trick is to set a laptop on the other side, making it impossible for the can to decide which way it wants to spill...finally, on a connected yet unrelated aspect, people who drink warm diet coke burp like swamp frogs in mating season.
Drugs are bad, mmmmkay?
Don't mind Greg. He is a special Mr Grinch in all his comments.
#14 Maybe you should've included the double-decker Lazy Susan tray for that corner cabinet in your Barbie dream house.
Same. Not sure I could live with a slob.
I AM SO GLAD RIGHT NOW