Since nobody has dared answer yet, I'll suggest an answer...it must be very irritating that we're always right . [img]/domainskins/bypass/img/smileys/happy.gif[/img]

Can we hold this over through Thursday? It's taking longer than expected to compile and sort. Thanks.

chaos..................
pssst.............
What the hell is a spackle knife?

Google teaches me it is a filler knife.

I was hesitant to ask in case it was a solution to "womens problems," (of the Jerry Springer variety).

I DEFINITELY will agree with you on that one. Used to drive me really crazy in college, because my girlfriends would decide around 8:00 to start getting ready for a party, so, I'd say, sure, and start getting ready. 15 min later, I was done and ready...2 HOURS later, I was falling asleep waiting for them still...I never understood why college parties didn't start until 10 PM until I realized that's what time the women finally show up after they've undergone what only seems comparable to a complete remodeling project, and when they were all done, they looked worse than they started.

OK, I'm going to have to agree with you. I am a 15 minutes (including shower) person and I hate being late for stuff.

Having to guess your way through life with them. "If you loved/knew me you would know".

That's the big one, the communication problem. I say, "A". Later she says, "You said A, but you really meant B". And then we discuss what a shit I am for meaning B, when in reality B had never entered my mind and A is disappearing in the mental rear view mirror. One day I'm going to have a T-shirt printed with "All I meant was what I said!". And then we will argue about what I meant by that.

Man: What's wrong?
Woman: NOTHING!
Man: Are you sure?
Woman: YEEEEES I AM SUUUREEE!
Man: Just thought I'd ask.
Woman: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAD TO EVEN ASK!!!
Man: C'mon Fido, walkies.........

Oh, no wonder my boyfriend loves me so much. If he asks me what's wrong, I tell him. He then spends the next half hour desperately trying to change the subject whenever he manages to get a word in edgewise. [img]/domainskins/bypass/img/smileys/happy.gif[/img]

I bet you don't have a dog.

ROFL! Nope, no dog, and my boyfriend doesn't have a dog either. When I first met him, it used to work...he was very good at changing the subject. Now, he tries, and I'll let him go off on a tangent for a short time, but then eventually he gets, "so, now that you've tried to change the subject, back to my original complaint..."

Under the Geneva Convention every man entering into a relationship is entitled to a dog.
They are excellent counsellors and understand the male standpoint that all dilemmas in life can be eased or resolved by the deployment of a ball and/or stick. Football, golf ball, tennis ball, poolball, etc
To be denied this right is, (justifiably), deemed cruel and unusual punishment.

When I was young I heard an expression about how difficult something was. They said it was like herding cats down Main Street.

Then I had a wife and a daughter and it all made sense.

My bf isn't into sports, and he's actually the one who doesn't really like dogs (his mother-in-law brought a dog when she was temporarily living with him in between houses, and he banished the dog to the garage because its nails might ruin the floors and furniture [img]/domainskins/bypass/img/smileys/frown.gif[/img] ...then again, of all the stories I've heard about his mother-in-law, there is a chance that this was no normal dog and might have been extra-destructive.) There's only one game of ball and stick he's really good at and enjoys, and he much prefers to play it with me than a dog. [img]/domainskins/bypass/img/smileys/wink.gif[/img]