Comments on: Why Your Kindle (or E Reader) is Your Marriage Pacifier

By: Erotic Horizon

Erotic Horizon — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 05:41:41 +0000

Thank god for words of advice – you’ll get there in the end hon..

While you wait though – hang on to that ereader, it is your best friend for sure..

E.H>

By: Mrs. K-Khan The Other Half of Smokinhotbooks

Mrs. K-Khan The Other Half of Smokinhotbooks — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 20:36:26 +0000

It truly is a blessed day! Mr. Internet/Cable man came today and feel I will have more negotiating power with such things as picking up your dirty socks and putting the toilet seat down. Where’s my bad kitty spray bottle when I need it!

By: Mar

Mar — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 15:47:15 +0000

For the love of gawd, why must I sit and watch endless hours of DIY network….I could not care less about what stone some rich person is putting in their backyard…so sure I sit next to him and read and say ‘yes, pretty, yes, ok’ while reading a book. Easy paci. Also, my dear other half as huge issue with socks. He throws them everywhere….so what do I do? I put them all in a pile, on the floor in the corner of our room. Which then leads to, ‘Why don’t I have clean socks?’ and I just point to the pile and walk away.
I’m getting a Kindle for Christmas or I’m kicking Santas a** all over Orlando.

By: JenM

JenM — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 15:16:03 +0000

Sigh. Y’all are much better at managing yours than I am at managing mine. I totally lost the toilet seat battle. On the other hand, since he’s incapable of seeing dirt (which he calls uterine dirt because he says you have to have uterus to see it), he went out and hired a housecleaning service to keep me happy. Sometimes you just gotta take what you can get.

By: Rossy

Rossy — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 07:28:05 +0000

I’m seriously writing all of this down on word document, under “MUST MARRIAGE ADVICE”!

A couple of years ago i complained to my mother about a particular ex boyfriend. I had some serious issues with all of his “toys”, everywhere in his apartment whenever i visited. My mother kindly introduced me to the magical world of the Container Store. Where i helped him pick a toy storage wheely thing. It was pretty enough not to bother me whenever i saw it all over the apartment. His tools? Nothing works better than a trip to The Home Depot. I showed him how he was going to have his very own walk in closet in the garage for his precious tools. He was so grumpy at first, but got carried away after a worker came over to tell him what was used for what.

Before today i thought of this as nothing but trying to get my way, but perhaps i was leading them through boot camp before i considered marriage….*sigh* No wonder am single. : )