Mrs. Colonel and I have had more than one robust discussion involving me saying, “I GOT your point 5 minutes ago! Why are we still talking about this?” and her saying, “I’m not DONE talking about it yet!”
26 years this August, and if that’s the worst disagreement we’ve had, I continue to consider myself blessed beyond description that I’m married to my best friend.
Colonel, USAFR
Congrats to you! We will be 25 this August! You sound like a good husband!
The rare times I watched FoxNews during their CaseyAnthonyathon, I would wince whenever I heard that Jeanine Lady Judge’s voice.
Yes, I have had that conversation with my wife.
Me: “OK. I got it.”
Her: “I can talk if I want to. I never get to talk.”
CONGRATULATIONS. Very impressive indeed.
Many to most? Women seem to have a . . . genetic . . . NEED
to think with their mouth moving.
Kind of like they can’t think unless they are hearing their self generated wind blow.
Sometimes, it has been useful to note in the beginning that I have about a 1 min or 3 min or 5 min interest in a given topic or at a given time.
Somtimes it’s not the blather about little of any significance that’s so much an annoyance as it is the hostility that men fail to consider the “nothing” SOMETING CRUCIAL like the women seem to AT THAT MOMENT.
God must have been laughing for eons at the mystifying dance He set up between men and women.
Your second paragraph is about the sweetest comment I’ve ever read on line! Mrs. jagusafr is a lucky woman!
Fella, been there, done THAT! Ha ha....she gets really pissed when I tell her “you told me that yesterday - twice” or “you told me 45 minutes ago” or “you’re preaching to the choir, etc......”
While on deployment in 04-05, my unit had this very b—chy female XO who would rant about everything, even cups in the break tent not being in height order or too much trash in the c-wire. Well she started chewing myself and another officer out over some nonsense I cannot remember. This guy, who was an Marine FO in VIETNAM, and in 2004, a W4 and a real old-timer, looked at me after the XO was done and said, “What was she yelling about, I sort of tuned her out?”. I replied with, “I have no idea; I was tuning her out too. But I guess if it’s important, she’ll yell at us again.”