+Spzzmoose Posted April 19, 2004 Share Posted April 19, 2004 Ok... Last August my gf, aka "Psycho Woman" say's "Hey Honey...(GULP, I hate those dreaded words!) Why don’t we paint the dining room, it really needs it! We can do it this weekend! I respond, "Sugar Bunny...we were supposed to go caching this weekend"! PW responds, "Oh snuggly wuggly... we can go next weekend, the cache will still be there. (I'm growling beneath my breath)...but this could be my very first "first finders cache!” Then...the dreaded words...the words that strike fear in all of mandomn........."Don't you love me anymore???" GRRRRRRRRR.... "Of course I do wookums, It’s just that I really want that ftf." "If you REALLY love me we would paint the dining room and forget all about that silly little ftf. Ok...cut to the present...10 months later, I haven't been to one single cache. I've totally gutted and remodeled the kitchen, dining room (did I mention that I painted the dining room?) living room and the bathroom. Of course that includes rewiring the entire house and installing copper plumbing. She see's the progress in each room and of course said, "OH handsome habanera" (Give me a break...it's the best I could come up with) "lets continue into the next room" Anyway, you get the picture. So, Today I'm framing in the final molding around the bathroom door and I hear...those words...Guys, you know which ones... the dreaded..."Hey Honey, All you do is work and then on the weekends all you do is work on the house. GRRRRRRRRRRR Let's go geocaching today...We haven't in such along time and I think you need a break. GRRRRRRRRRR "Smoochie Kins" I'm almost done! Next weekend we can go with a clear conscious, knowing that the work is done! "Please Boogly Woogly" (Mind you, I have 2 pieces of trim left and the whole main floor is totally redone, down to the last nail) ALL RIGHT!!!!! Anything to SHUT YOU UP!!!! GRRRRRRRRR We went out and found 2 of 3 today and the one dnf looks like it was plundered. Sorry if this is long winded, but the best part is yet to come. When we finally arrive home I collapse in the backyard exhausted with a cold one and my faithful Labrador at my side when...all of a sudden...out of the blue...carried by the wind...I hear those fateful words... "Honey...can you please finish the bathroom door before we go to bed? My mother is coming over tomorrow and we want to wash our nylons in the tub". I stabbed her in the head a hundred times with a dull spoon. My first hidden cache is called " The Psycho Girlfriends Bone Exchange". She is buried in a shallow grave. I know all about the "don’t bury caches rule", but I think this is an exception. Please take a bone and leave a bone...preferably trading up. The End, Spzzmoose Quote Link to comment
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