Any of yall got an wife, fiance, girlfriend etc who has to complain about the same thing daily.

For me it is "I hate this kitchen it is so small". Its any day when more than 1 person enters the kitchen she says get out of this stupid kitchen it is too small. This is year 5 in the house and I bet I have heard this statement 300 times in the past year. My new reply is do you like this kitchen, which gets a pleasant response everytime.

What say you

"damn you snored last night" is just about a daily mention

I could just about take up three pages with all my wife says.

I have selective hearing though. I never pay attention.

"I'm so tired." After she got 9 hours of sleep.

"We have to get more sleep"
I have started griping about 8 o'clock every night and STILL can't get in bed before 10-11 o'clock. It's pointless.

Also, we still have a ton of boxes in the garage from moving, so she hasn't been able to park in there. She alwaus complains, but it's her crap. I tried to put a box of stuff up, and apparently I didn't put it where it was supposed to go. Heard about it a few days, so I told her she can finish all of it when she is ready to park in there.

...don't get me started!

I make coffee too strong. Even shift working coworkers complain sometimes. Many times, my wife's just glad I made coffee where she didn't have to, but it can at times clean her out, if you know what I mean.

Shoot...half the time that's WHY I make coffee as strong as I do!

Damn

Tell her she knew the size of the kitchen when ya'll bought or built, don't wanta hear it. Or ya could take all cabinets out and make more room , let her decide.

It's prolly her way of wanting a new house, wimmens are tricky like that.

After 32 years of marriage , I just nod in agreement and go on bout my rat killin'.

My reply...maybe you want to get another job if you need a bigger kitchen we can hardly keep this one clean. More to clean imo. Now if you got the money knock out a wall. Then she will start on something else if you don't stop it if that is her way.

The one thing I hear every day is"You need something other than my titties to amuse your time".She knows I'm gonna mess with em and she gripes about it anyway.

That's when you hit her with the verse that says "your body is not your own, it is your partner's."

I'm only a year and a half in...but she doesn't complain about anything really.


Now if we are talking about the same stories her family tells over and over, that's completely different.

Ben, this translated from femalenese, is her telling you that your pecker is small

Wise man for sure !

After 40-years of marriage...

A gentle answer turns away wrath, But a harsh word stirs up anger.

Proverbs 15

Oh no, not small snake syndrome.

I have a headache....I hear that nearly every day. I told her she needs to go to the doctor because a person shouldnt have a headache daily.

If every day anyone complains about always being tired, never sleeping well, having headaches or other pains, or some other malady then they're either a hypochondriac, have a serious issue that should be remedied by a physician or a change in personal choices, or just a whiner.

Mine just tells me how incredible I am and how I am more than she deserves.

"I just cleaned this house an hour ago. How does it look like this?" A two year old sweetheart that's how.

Sounds like we married sisters

Damn that's funny!

8 years with Mrs. Irish and the worst thing I hear is: "I love you." Seriously... It's weird.

You know the other weird thing? We have never had an argument. Period. None. It seems weird when you say it or think about it or tell someone. Most people can't believe you, but it's real and it's great.

When God is at the head of your household and you are both in one accord things just seem to fall into place. At times we have even had 4 children, all teenagers and twentysomethings living at the house in a blended marriage.

I have seen her pissed, just not at me thank goodness. I remember when her adopted son, encourage Irish Jr. to run away with him. Irish Jr. came back, knew he had done wrong and apologized... The stepson came back later unrepentant, and when Mrs. Irish came home she went to his room and unleased a wrath of butt whoopin' that had me and Irish Jr. standing outside the door thinking that boy had released the Hounds of Hell. Hearing that leather belt rain down untold times on that boy is something neither of us will ever forget. We both learned something that day about what happens when you finally push a little sweet woman over the breaking point and neither of us ever want to see again!

So when she say's, "Hey honey, you know it's been 8 years, do you think we could finish off that laundry room downstairs?" Well... Seeing as I have not had to touch a piece of dirty laundry since we have been married and all my clothes are all neat and folded, I decided that she deserves a decent laundry room...

Our favorite joke among each other is:

"When you tell a man to do something, he's going to do it. You don't have to keep reminding him about it every 3 months or so..."

Amen to that Irish. God at the head of a household works wonders.