AMEN to this!!

Ya know, my hubby has done some MAJOR damage to himself. Including almost cutting off his thumb, pinching himself with plyers on the chest and drilling through the palm of his hand. I got to see him do all 3 of these things and almost wet myself laughing because of the stupid thing he was doing when he got hurt. But anyways, back to my point..... He goes right back to work. Get him an old rag to wrap around the injury and he's fine!!! But if he gets a little snot running out of his nose, the man is bed ridden!!!!

LOL - I absolutely love it!!! My dad was totally spoiled with mom doing everything. Every day - everything homemade - and he only lifted his fork to eat. We slaved for dad. He'd walk in the door from work and hang his jacket on the door knob - I'd grab it and hang it up. He would plop his keys on the dresser with his wallet - I would put them in his wooden men's contraption that held such things. Then I would pick up his shoes at the door and put them away. He would wash for dinner and sit in his chair at the table - hot meal served from the table and we were all in place to eat. After dinner - he grabbed the newspaper and retreated to his lounge chair while we cleaned the mess. In my late teens mom had gotten very sick - to the point she could not get out of bed at all. She could not cook. I came home from work to see mom flat on her back in bed (NEVER saw that before) and dad sitting in his lounger, holding his belly and groaning! I did not know what happened! Well - mom was too sick to cook - and dad had to make his own dinner - so he made a sandwich. You would think the world came to an end. So I made dinner - but he could never get over the day mom didn't cook. The next day I set the table before I went to work and I made hamburger patties, seasoned the way dad liked and placed them on a plate in the fridge. I made macaroni salad and potato salad. I placed the skillet/cover on the stove and the bottle of oil on the counter and the serving utensils were on the table for the salads. I wrote him a note - how to heat the pan, add a bit of oil, remove the patties from the fridge, throw away the plastic wrap that covered them, place the dish from the raw meat in hot soapy water, and to use the "flipper" on the counter top to turn the burgers as they cooked and that salads were in the fridge. I come home from work and there is mom - she could barely stand up - frying the patties and dad sitting at the table waiting for his meal. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I just dared him to say his meal was not hot and ready when he came home from work! If he would have commented I would have told him to make his own sandwiches. Dad is no longer with us - and I always comment that it must have been the day that he had to make his own sandwich for dinner that did it to him! (That was not how he passed!)

Your dad sounds so much like my grandpa... It's uncanny. My hubby's not allowed in the kitchen, even if I'm not cooking. He gets into everything, I swear he's worse than a 5 year old. He will steal slices of cheese to eat, even if I just gave him a couple sandwiches for lunch. He just did this one to me. He 'nibbles' on things & then leaves the remains on the counter/stove for me to clean up or put away. Grrrrr, I love him but he drives me crazy with his constant nibbling on things.

They are worse than kids!!! Send him to "time out" without the remote - that'll fix him good! LOL