"Honey, where's my tape measure...?"
*mumble-mutter-mumble-grumble from upstairs*
"Okay... what aboot ANY of the dozens of tape measures we've bought since we moved here...?"[/color]
WTF
Did you not give her one of her very own to put in a place she can always find it ?
Sharpen up mnem !
Nope, not at all...
That is HIM asking HER where HIS measuring tape is...
mumble-mutter-mumble-grumble == it is in the last place you left it; so you just have to remember the last tinkering you did around the house; so go look after it yourself !
IME, asking SWMBO about the tape measure results in 15 minutes of punishment and then she tells me where it is to put an end to the frustrations. That is way faster than me looking everywhere for 2 days only to discover it was right in front of me the whole time.
Triple punishment if it is one of her measuring tapes.
The pink measuring tape is new in box, never opened, just to make sure I do not misplace it, and to spite me ...
Yeah, yeah, yeah... I have no defense and I know it. Here's a little tale of just a few minutes ago...
In the middle of the tape-measure-requiring project, wifey reminds me of another project I need alcohol to clean up. So, I lump outside to the shed in just my houseclothes (which I immediately regret, as wind-chill is somewhere around -10 or so) and immediately plug in the AC umbilical so my little cube furnace kicks on. Get my alcohol out, and remember a few other things I needed to look for while I was out there... and a few other things...
Before I know it I've been out there in t-shirt & shorts for over half an hour (thank Ifni for that little furnace), having looked in every drawer, box & cupboard in there I have a little pile of things I need for current and future projects, but not
ANY of the things I remembered I needed to look for.
So I get back inside with my haul, and then I realize I didn't grab either of two different kinds of alcohol I'd dragged out of the cupboard to bring inside.
Hop back out (still in my houseclothes, because
fuck you, fat man) to the shed and grab one bottle and then the other... and guess what's sitting right there, next to where I put down the other bottle...?
Yup. My other tape measure. I stand there poleaxed for close to a minute, half in the shed and half in the freezing wind, just being pissed off at Murphy, et al.
But I damn straight made sure I had both bottles of alcohol and that fucking tape measure.
mnem
Or maybe it was my other other tape measure... who fucking cares.