we could probably destroy this thread easily with "yes, dear" stories.
so what the ehll, why not, eh?
Her: "the garbage disposal is making a bad noise".
Me: "hmmm. let me look"
Her: "it's been making this noise for a week now, every time I use it"
Me: "oh." (on the inside: Good God, woman why didn't you turn the damn thing off the FIRST time it made the noise and tell me THEN??@!?!?!?!?)
Her: "I forgot"
Me: Looking under the sink: "holy crap, it's leaking all over the inside of the new cabinets!!!!"
Her: "oh."
Me: Digging under sink, find the plastic (love that crap) drainpipe disconnected.
Me: "WTF?"
Her: "I took it loose so I could look inside the disposal but couldn't get far enough under the sink."
Me: "WTF? why didn't you use a flashlight and look down from the top?"
Her: "I didn't think I could see anything"
Me: "why didn't you put the drainpipe back?"
Her: "I forgot"
Me: "WTF!!!?!?!"
Her: "I'm sorry"
Me: digging further under the sink, find bottom of new cabinets have turned to wood pulp from a week of sitting in water.
Me: "W-T-F?" (icily)
Her: "I noticed the carpet was wet but I thought it was the dog."
Me: "WTF?!" (are you noticing a theme here?)
Her: "I asked the dogs but they said they didn't do anything there."
Me: "WTF?"
Her: "So I just let it dry"
Me: "WTF!!!!?!?!"
...and we'll draw the curtain of charity over the rest of the scene...
there's a VERY good reason that the garage and my tools are strictly off limits. ask me why sometime.