Along these lines. Why is it just when a man gets a T-shirt broken in just right for wearing while working around the house or just lounging around women feel the need to burn it...stir the ashes...and bury them? While I'm at it, why do then get so nasty about their man's underwear? What's wrong with a few holes? I'd think they'd feel more secure knowing I'm not going to drop my pants around some sweet young thing which I'm even less inclined to do than if I was wearing something nice.
I just acknow;dge that she's in charge of my wardrobe, wore a shirt to a biker event.. the boys said "why you wearing a pink shirt to a biker event" I told 'em "My wife picked it out.. she said it was "salmon"" Got no guff past that! I have been sent back to change clothes.. I complain loudly and grown a lot (like a little boy) but I DO go change. Old rock and roll T-shirts? or any T-shirt with a theme she doesn't like.. gone, a rag or I'll find her wearing it to do messy work, fortunately for me, I don't actually wear T-shirts, even tho' I occasionally end up with one (which, come to think of it, she has bought on some occasion whrer my button down shirts just aren't appropriate)
But to sum it up. It's a partnership... I do typical male things because that's what important to me, it's what I derive satisfaction in dealing with (yesterday I noticed a flock of dove in the driveway, then I noticed the torrent of water they where enjoying.. ) I don't enjoy plumbing leaks, but I take immense pride in dealing with such .. and doing my part of the partnership. I help with the housework were it requires physical strength and she helps when I just need a helping hand (such as she had to turn the water meter off and on). I like the traditional woman/man roles.. mainly because everyone knows what they are.. but also because our particular sex is better at somethings. i.e. I would never pick out paint colors for any of our projects, I don't expect her to buy motor oil for the machinery.
Well, as far as underwear goes, mine get stretched out due to the large mass being contained. And I don't mean in the rear. But my underwear epiphany came when I asked myself, "Self, why do I fold my underwear?". I don't know... because my mother did I guess. And I realized that it makes no sense at all. So I stopped folding my underwear... and nothing happened! No parting of the seas; no lightning from above, and the earth didn't begin to rumble. So then I went crazy and stopped folding my socks...
You're missing the point. Why do they do it? Is it a power trip? Are they trying to separate you from your dear,loving mother who gave you your fashion sense not to mention your sense of frugality? Is it voodoo magic? Why?
I used to joke that I could slip a brick into my mom's purse and she wouldn't notice. It was probably true. It was like another dimension in there. I mean, a magician could have claimed it was a magical purse and just keep pulling stuff out without end.
I used to have this problem with my wife AND son. They kept using my tools and would never put them back where I organized them - then wondered why they couldn't find the phillips-head screwdrivers or the drill - and I've cleaned/organized the garage and tool areas in the house many, many times. So after awhile I simply got myself a large toolbox with a combination lock and simply said no when either wanted to use my tools. I'd just say "Hey, use the rest of them - these are mine." and that put an end to that. I *still* won't let my wife in that toolbox, and when I need to find a specific tool, I know where mine are. I personally didn't like doing it and said so but enough was enough. I know you're pretty good with making salads when you have guests over:
My wife can’t find her makeup bag for about 3 days now. I didn’t touch it, but find it amusing. Sometimes she does move things from places I am used to finding them.
