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Originally posted by Balzé Halzé:

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Originally posted by 9x18:
And then just after you've gone through the check out comes the text with the additions to the list.

Every single time.

Hell, I ask her to text me. If I don't, and if I don't ask her questions to clarify, invariably, I hear "this isn't what I wanted. I never would have gotten this. Why did you get this?" My answer to her is "because it's what was on the list." Every single time.

Ah, yes, wives and shopping.

Scene: We're going somewhere for some purpose. Or I need to go to a store to pick up one specific thing. Either way: Quick trip there and back.

Mrs. ensigmatic: "Is it ok if we stop at <store> on the way back? (Alternatively: "I go with you?") I need to pick up <blurfl>."

Me: "No way. Every time you say that it ends-up a full-blown shopping expedition."

Her: <giving me the stink eye> "That isn't going to happen. I just need <blurfl>."

Me: "Uh huh."

So we do as she asks. I love her and she asks very little of me.

Y'all know the outcome.

Every. Time.

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Originally posted by Lunasee:
I won't try to understand women. Women understand women, and they hate each other.

If she tells you we need to go to the supermarket and just pick up ONE LITTLE THING, I can guarantee you it's six things.

If she says just two things, it's 8 things.

They can't help it.

After many years, I've learned something. When I got shopping for her, I stop somewhere on the way home. Bar, shoot some pool, get a haircut, somewhere.

Because I know, she will call or text "we also need......."

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We will never understand women

... and never will.

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Originally posted by smschulz:

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We will never understand women

... and never will.

Nor will we ever.

^^^^^ Hahaha

Mom doesn't drive anymore so I do all her grocery shopping. You can bet I keep that list on me after I get back. I should date it and file it so when I get the inevitable, "Didn't you get ____?", I have documented proof.

speaking of "
"Then why wasn't it on the list?"

decades back we had considerable small home repairs to attend to. Eventually our command structure developed a basic "chore list" hanging on the refrigerator.

As each was completed, I'd mark a line thru it.
Usually a half-sheet of typing paper with a space between each item, somewhat in priority jobs toward the top, lesser toward the bottom.

Approximately monthly each list would be revised on a fresh list.

This worked for a while until after her increasing frequency of complaints 'never gets anything done' was completely exposed. She actually never noticed her behavior/expectations changing, until as I was lining out one completed chore, she was slipping in to add new items while complaining the list never got completed...

But I did learn something from a buddy on home repairs.

The difference between a 'chore' and a 'project' is "power tools".

Related:
When I was married, we owned a Suburban. 40+ gallon gas tank. Every time I would get in it to go somewhere the gas tank was nearly empty. When I asked the wife how she could manage to keep such a large tank nearly empty on a constant basis, her reply was:
"I dont put gas in it because it makes my hands smell like gas".

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Originally posted by OKCGene:
Watch to the end

She may be the funniest woman on the planet. And never so much as a "darn"...

Understanding women? Hahahaha.

This doesn’t quite pertain to the original topic but it does relate. This is the shortened version, the original is about 14 minutes long, available on YouTube. Here for your education and amusement is:

I've requested one simple task, I drive everywhere and when we get to our destination, which isn't a surprise, can you be ready to get out of the car. I can't lock our car until she gets out, so I stand on my side and wait until she gets her shit together and gets out.

Her planning skills and stress tolerance have gone down the tubes since she has retired.

Here’s my issue. I’ll be busy with something, it may be watching tv, reading a book, or catching up in the SigForum. My wife will just start talking to me, nothing to get my attention at all. I don’t know about you, but if you’re immersed in something, it takes a moment to disconnect from what you’re doing and focus on something else. She may have completed what she was saying by the time I’m tuned in. “What?!?” is about all I can say. Then I find out she was talking about some friend of a friend, or minor celebrity she follows because she does Yoga.

I have no idea if other women do this one, but my wife uses a lot of pronouns. Example.

Her. “Did I tell you she has to go back to the doctor again?”

Me. “Who, has to go to the doctor?!?”

Her. “I was getting to that!”

Me. “When? Why not say up front who you’re talking about?”

Her. “Never mind.” Walks away

My wife meal plans the next week & makes the list
I do the shopping.
Cheaper that way, if it's not on the list, it isn't bought
Apart from my mental list of things we need, usually stuff like batteries or dishwasher soap.

Early in marriage told by an older married man: You can't live with 'em and can't live without 'em."

I’m the cook, so generally I make the list, get feedback, then leave. She knows my number if something else comes up.

My mother has been angry with me for preventing her from spending money on me even though she was also complaining about spending the money.

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Originally posted by TMats:
Here’s my issue. I’ll be busy with something, it may be watching tv, reading a book, or catching up in the SigForum. My wife will just start talking to me, nothing to get my attention at all. I don’t know about you, but if you’re immersed in something, it takes a moment to disconnect from what you’re doing and focus on something else. She may have completed what she was saying by the time I’m tuned in. “What?!?” is about all I can say. Then I find out she was talking about some friend of a friend, or minor celebrity she follows because she does Yoga.

I have no idea if other women do this one, but my wife uses a lot of pronouns. Example.

Her. “Did I tell you she has to go back to the doctor again?”

Me. “Who, has to go to the doctor?!?”

Her. “I was getting to that!”

Me. “When? Why not say up front who you’re talking about?”

Her. “Never mind.” Walks away

They have an incredible idea of how their voice carries, and the attention shifting ability of their audience. She'll be several rooms away, head in the closet, gets mad that I wasn't immediately involved in some muffled garble. Then gets mad and blames hearing loss. If you knew I have hearing loss, weren't you waisting your time if you didn't speak loudly in close proximity?

I've formerly thought, with careful study, you may be able to understand one woman in your lifetime. Hindsight says I was a naive dolt for ever thinking this.