That “Company is Coming” video throws my kids into fits because it is so apt.

I read somewhere, a long time ago, that men are good at big one-time tasks (like cleaning out the garage) but suck at the cyclical maintenance tasks (like taking out the trash or putting a new toilet paper roll on the spindle). I can’t remember what the reasoning was, but it was something along the lines of “that’s a…

“Hey, MiL, feel free to come over and clean my house any time you want if it’s not up to your standards. Otherwise, shut your pie hole.”

Mine does the exact opposite, or maybe not opposite, but totally different. He’ll use a bajillion gallons of boiling hot water to sanitize every dish and glass and piece of silverware in the sink...and then leave it all in the sink.

What is that? WHY is that? Sit the fuck down already. Most men are sloppy, lazy pissers and get it everywhere, no matter how awesome they think their aim might be. Sitting down eliminates that entire problem, along with the problem of my ass landing in cold water when I stagger in at 0300, half asleep to pee.

As mean as it is, Numbah One Son (now 18), does the dishes every night. Sometimes he carries heavy things, pushes stuff over, relocates spiders, helps me with moving boxes (still! after six months! damn!) or whatever else I ask him to do. He can cook simple things, folds and puts away his own laundry, vacuums the…

MisterDisco learned not to ask that question.

My eye-opening moment occurred when I’d had horrendous spinal surgery and the husband made dinner for us all (as opposed to ordering out)...and my daughters, then 8 and 10, had to explain to him how to make macaroni and cheese. Kraft. From the box. Their mild disdain cut him deeply.

I hand that metafilter in .pdf form to my friends when they start ranting about how their husbands don’t do shit around the house, or expect them to remember EVERYONE’S god damn birthday on both sides of the family, or handle the dog being sick, or deal with the gardener’s shitty trimming of the hedges again.

Because of the manner in which you drily dismiss folks’ concerns?

1/2 a pill, 3x a day, lets me function, do my job (I’m a transcriptionist from home) and generally be able to handle little things like laundry. Anything more than that, I get sick. But I’m an addict, or so they say.

I sure wish I knew who these doctors were that hand out Vicodin like candy. Even after major surgeries, docs I’ve had (different ones) all treat those precious, precious scripts like they’re fucking gold. And I have to drive 45 minutes to the office (alternately, 1.5 hours, DC traffic is notoriously unpredictable),…

I’m one of those people that contemplated taking a short walk into the woods with a gun due to chronic pain. I’ve had several surgeries to correct it and spine surgery being the fickle beast that it is, I can probably look forward to several more surgeries where they split my skin, flay the muscles from my neckbones,…

Then there are people like me where the only recourse is to cut me open again and again, fusing more and more titanium to my skeleton, because my situation is a slow slide progression into hell.

I think personal experience with pain colors people’s opinions...heavily.

Shit, I only wish I got high from my Norco. The best I get is being able to do normal shit, like work from home or maybe a little light housework. I feel like I’m getting screwed over here.

I’m curious what alterantives you’ve found to deal with spine pain. I’ve had three cervical fusions, one of which failed, second one took, and likely the third one is failed as I’m getting new symptoms.

“With a refill”? You mean you got two prescriptions? Because you can’t just get a refill over the phone or automatically on your script. New script, every time.

Oh my god, does it hurt, being as much of a dick as you are? Hope you never lose a job with insurance, bruh, you’d be amazed at how much it costs out of pocket.

I’m very sorry you had to endure stupid people making a difficult day even more difficult. (even if it wasn’t difficult, I would take equal umbrage at people throwing themselves in my way if I was going to Target because of their bathroom policies, or whatever)