How much difference one word can make..

[oggbashan]

My wife has just returned from shopping. She bought a pot plant that fell over in the footwell, spilling some of its compost.

She came in and said:

"I have just made a mess in my car."

Hang about. She wasn't driving her car - she was driving mine.

I haven't been able to drive because of double vision for a year, but it is still my car, registered and insured, fuelled and maintained by me.

But it is now 'her' car!

 

[Vix_Giovanni]

Hang about. She wasn't driving her car - she was driving mine.
!

But she’s your wife... so wasn’t it already her car

Ladies around these parts have a saying: “What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine.”

 

[oggbashan]

But she’s your wife... so wasn’t it already her car

Ladies around these parts have a saying: “What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine.”

I know. I can't get into her small car. But she can drive my large automatic Volvo estates. The newer one is still 'mine' because she hates the restricted turning circle.

 

[oggbashan]

An aside about cars.

A company has just set up to provide (after covid) driving experiences for people who want to relive their first car or their parents' cars from the 1960s and 70s.

You can either hire a car for a day or use them on the company's private test track for an hour or so.

For my 70th birthday, my youngest daughter arranged for me to have a ride in a car similar to my first - an upright Ford prefect E93A. I didn't actually drive it because the driver's seat would have had to be remounted to allow for my large size, but I was driven around a field in it. I enjoyed that and it reminded me that the steering, brakes, and suspension were awful even when properly maintained.

The company has some older cars - a 1920s Austin 7 - I can't get into one; a 1930s Morris 8 - nor can I get into that; but I'd like to drive the 1948 Austin 16 like the one I owned when I met my wife.

The 1960s and 70s cars? To me they are all fairly similar except the exotic classics.

 

[oggbashan]

'My' laptop...

I had an old Win XP laptop, that was being used by one of my friend's children for schoolwork when schools were closed. I had a basic Win 7 laptop that I lent to a friend's daughter because she and her brother were constantly vying for access to the family laptop. I had replaced it with a better Win 7 laptop from a sale, intending to use it when out or in hospital waiting rooms.

I have never used it. My wife appropriated it because she said the spare PC in a bedroom was in too cold a room. It now lives on the kitchen table.

About ten days ago she split a glass of water over the keyboard and it died for about three days until it dried out. I ordered a secondhand Win 10 laptop as a replacement just in case 'her' laptop was completely dead. It wasn't. But the new-to-me laptop has been appropriated as a backup by my eldest daughter who uses her laptop constantly because she is an online personal tutor.

Luckily I bought a Win 7 netbook as well - even cheaper. They don't know I have it yet so maybe I have MY own!

 

[LAHomedog]

A company has just set up to provide (after covid) driving experiences for people who want to relive their first car or their parents' cars from the 1960s and 70s.

You can either hire a car for a day or use them on the company's private test track for an hour or so.

For my 70th birthday, my youngest daughter arranged for me to have a ride in a car similar to my first - an upright Ford prefect E93A. I didn't actually drive it because the driver's seat would have had to be remounted to allow for my large size, but I was driven around a field in it. I enjoyed that and it reminded me that the steering, brakes, and suspension were awful even when properly maintained.

The company has some older cars - a 1920s Austin 7 - I can't get into one; a 1930s Morris 8 - nor can I get into that; but I'd like to drive the 1948 Austin 16 like the one I owned when I met my wife.

The 1960s and 70s cars? To me they are all fairly similar except the exotic classics.

Well, for starters my wife is an attorney and we live in a community property state so by law half of what is mine is hers and thanks to her law degree I'm pretty certain that the other half would be hers too

We are around the same age. My first car was a 1964 Plymouth Savoy with a V8 prior to smog restrictions that could snap your head back off of your neck when you stomped on the gas. I could open up the hood and all there was inside was a big MF engine, a radiator, a drive chain, and the rest was open to the ground.

It also came with a wide back seat that saw a lot of action

Funny, my car is actually now my wife's. I bought a brand new Lexus RX400h and drove it home. The next day my wife took it out for a spin and fell in love with it and asked if the car could become hers. So we went to the dealer, got my old Lexus trade-in back from them -- some cash was involved -- and I am still driving my old car and my wife's car -- for the last year -- is now, what for a day, was my new car.

LAH

 

[beachbum1958]

I have this same issue with Her Royal Holiness, only it's 'her car' and no-one drives it but her; it has a 'garage' mode so when she gets out and blips the remote, the driver seat slides forward and folds up against the steering wheel, which ducks down and under the dash, so the car is unusable if anyone but her tries to get in, because it's voice-activated, keyed to her voice. When she opens the door, she says 'It's me' and the inside goes though this whole ballet in reverse as the seat unfurls into her driving position, the wheel sits up and locks in place, and the gear-change rises up out of the tunnel. She won't give me any access to her car, it's her baby. Of course, she has no compunction about disappearing into Cannes with my car without telling me, because what's mine is hers, but apparently it doesn't make sense the other way round...

It's also the same with bathrobes; she can't understand why big hairy men with inch-thick skins get big, warm, fluffy bathrobes while small delicate women like her have to make do with wafty, floaty, chiffon-y type robes, so she just takes mine and disappears with it. I just have to make do with bath-sheets and beach towels because God knows where my bathrobe is. If I buy a new one, she just gives my old one to one of her friends (because she generous with my stuff...) and pinches my new one and the cycle starts again. She's just pinched my latest one, a Pooh Bear bathrobe with a hood. Of course, she now knows this means war...

 

[SamScribble]

I had an old Win XP laptop, that was being used by one of my friend's children for schoolwork when schools were closed. I had a basic Win 7 laptop that I lent to a friend's daughter because she and her brother were constantly vying for access to the family laptop. I had replaced it with a better Win 7 laptop from a sale, intending to use it when out or in hospital waiting rooms.

I have never used it. My wife appropriated it because she said the spare PC in a bedroom was in too cold a room. It now lives on the kitchen table.

About ten days ago she split a glass of water over the keyboard and it died for about three days until it dried out. I ordered a secondhand Win 10 laptop as a replacement just in case 'her' laptop was completely dead. It wasn't. But the new-to-me laptop has been appropriated as a backup by my eldest daughter who uses her laptop constantly because she is an online personal tutor.

Luckily I bought a Win 7 netbook as well - even cheaper. They don't know I have it yet so maybe I have MY own!

Patience, Ogg. These devices do tend to come back in the end. (And if yours has not yet come back, then it’s not yet the end.)

Several years ago, I decided to buy an iPad. I was just beginning to get the hell of it when my wife ‘borrowed it’. She already had two laptops, but needed an Apple thingy to run some particular application. ‘It’ll only be for a week or two. In the meantime, you can go back to using your old laptop. You know that you prefer it.’

And then she bought her own iPad. ‘Oh, good. So I can have mine back.’

‘Not just yet. We have lent it to your mother.’ (Why? Mother was nudging 90 and thought that Apples were for putting into pies.)

In due course, Mother went off to join the choir invisible and there was a prospect that I might get to use my iPad again. But, when I enquired as to its whereabouts, I was told that my sister had borrowed it while hers was being repaired. Fair enough, I suppose. But my sister took it with her to a lakeside-cottage in the middle of nowhere. And left it there.

Fortunately, a mutual friend was ‘going up to the cottage – possibly as soon as the end of the month’. She would collect the iPad and drop it in next time that she down our way. She did, but ‘next time’ was not until the following spring. Also, even before the iPad made its way back to Scribble Towers, one of the nieces needed a lightweight device for a trip that she was about to take. It was only for three weeks. And, even then, I knew in my heart of hearts that it would be much longer.

Eventually, my ‘new’ iPad came home. My wife (who is the family IT expert) offered to 'tidy it up' for me. ‘You know, this machine really is a bit dated now,’ she said. ‘We should probably think about getting you a new one.’ We haven’t. Well, not yet anyway. But my once-new iPad has now been relegated to a storage device for my jazz collection.

Hang it there, Ogg.

 

[Handley_Page]

I used to have this sort of problem with my tools.
Seldom returned to the right box, vanish for simply Ages.

 

[Lori_the_Hoosier]

I used to have this sort of problem with my tools.
Seldom returned to the right box, vanish for simply Ages.

Himself once took it upon himself, in a fit of boredom, to reorganize my kitchen cupboards alphabetically (which explained paprika stored next to pasta, and raspberry jelly next to rice) so I waited until he went down to Avignon for some First Responder training and reorganized his tool racks according to size, color, general attractiveness, how sparkly the chrome was, and whether or not I could use it to unblock a drain, and stashed everything else on a 'WTF?' scale from 1-10, where 1 was 'looks kinda like a screwdriver' to 10, 'Something the Spanish Iquisition would have loved'.

Never again has he meddled in my kitchen.

 

[oggbashan]

My PCs are safe. I bought full-size format cases with large screens so they are 'too big' to be borrowed. Sorted!

But earlier I had a small format Win XP. I struggled to get time on that but it is now 'too old' as is the AT in the loft with the 3.5 and 5.25 floppy drives.

My XT with two 5.25 360k floppy drives is now in a local museum.

 

[Handley_Page]

Himself once took it upon himself, in a fit of boredom, to reorganize my kitchen cupboards alphabetically (which explained paprika stored next to pasta, and raspberry jelly next to rice) so I waited until he went down to Avignon for some First Responder training and reorganized his tool racks according to size, color, general attractiveness, how sparkly the chrome was, and whether or not I could use it to unblock a drain, and stashed everything else on a 'WTF?' scale from 1-10, where 1 was 'looks kinda like a screwdriver' to 10, 'Something the Spanish Iquisition would have loved'.

Never again has he meddled in my kitchen.

Do tell me please, Lori. What's wrong with 'Alphabetical Order' ?

 

[Lori_the_Hoosier]

Do tell me please, Lori. What's wrong with 'Alphabetical Order' ?

In a kitchen? It's murderous; imagine trying to remember that Rosemary is stored next to the raisins, or that Basil is with the pearl barley, or rice is in the same place as relish? Any real kitchen cupboard has all the spices on one side, this is why God invented spice racks, all the rices, pulses, and beans on another, canned fruit stored apart from canned vegetables and canned meat, canned and packet soups in their own section, and sauces and pickles in a spot all of their own, and a shelf purely for flour; I use at least 5 different flours depending on what I'm making or baking, I really don't want to have to remember that bread flour is stashed next to the Basil, or that Atta (flour for Chapatti's and Naan breads) is shelved with the anchovies or almonds, or that cooking chocolate is next to the canned Chowder.

My kitchen is my kitchen, it's where I go after a long day in OR so I don't go completely batshit, it's where my mind slowly spins down as I cook, alone, so he can come visit (by invitation only) but he can't stay or touch unless I tell him to, so if he really needs to, he can exercise his organizational instincts by cleaning up his freakin' workshop

 

[oggbashan]

I daren't move anything in the kitchen. I wouldn't live long. But she can't move anything in my study either.

The garage? That's a problem. I have difficulty moving around in there so my handyman has sorted it. Now if I want something I have to either wait until he comes or ring him.

 

[Lori_the_Hoosier]

Our agreement only covers the kitchen (my world) and the workshop/garage/grease swamp (his world). We share a study, I love spending down-time with him, and the huge kneehole desk in there means we can both sit comfortably facing each other, and sprawl our stuff over the desk and still have room to work, share M&M's and Pringles, and throw marshmallows at each other, or I can slide my iPad across so he can look at something interesting.

 

[Vix_Giovanni]

In a kitchen? It's murderous; imagine trying to remember that Rosemary is stored next to the raisins, or that Basil is with the pearl barley, or rice is in the same place as relish? Any real kitchen cupboard has all the spices on one side, this is why God invented spice racks, all the rices, pulses, and beans on another, canned fruit stored apart from canned vegetables and canned meat, canned and packet soups in their own section, and sauces and pickles in a spot all of their own, and a shelf purely for flour; I use at least 5 different flours depending on what I'm making or baking, I really don't want to have to remember that bread flour is stashed next to the Basil, or that Atta (flour for Chapatti's and Naan breads) is shelved with the anchovies or almonds, or that cooking chocolate is next to the canned Chowder.

... ohhhh, Will wth were you doing? Yeah, in a chef's kitchen, that literally makes zero effing sense !

She's just pinched my latest one, a Pooh Bear bathrobe with a hood. Of course, she now knows this means war...

Absolutely no. You knew what you were doing when you brought that robe home.

 

[beachbum1958]

... ohhhh, Will wth were you doing? Yeah, in a chef's kitchen, that literally makes zero effing sense !


Absolutely no. You knew what you were doing when you brought that robe home.

Et tu, Brute? SMH

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

Even a comma ...

Let's eat, grandma.
Let's eat grandma.

(Grandma prefers the latter. )

 

[Vix_Giovanni]

Et tu, Brute? SMH

Ego?!? Super boo. I’m always Team Lori. Anything else, I’m your ride or die.