ridiculous topics for marital rows

Bury is berry. Unless you're from Bury. Then it's burry

Proclean I'm outraged on your behalf. Of course you can burn your boats, meaning you can't return. Had he never watched Mutiny On The Bounty?

You can do bridges too.

Love the fact that people are getting all angry again reliving the arguments

Fucking bastard would kill me during a zombie apocalypse :(

Never ever heard of Immanuel Kant!!!

I have almost broken up with my SON over the correct pronunciation of Immanuel Kant...

I broke up with my ex over differing interpretations of the philosophy of Immanuel Kant. It was the final straw.

BECAUSE WE WERE RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love the fact that people are getting all angry again reliving the arguments - especially if they are people who have long since left our lives

I had not considered the town of Bury - which is very wrong of me, because the fabric for my bridesmaids' dresses came from Mad Ada's stall in Burry market. And it definitely is Burry. When it comes to interring things, and that Suffolk town, it is berry, all the way.

I had the best nonsense rows with my ex we fell out really badly because i said I didn't want to 'burn my boats' and he said I could only say 'burn my bridges' and laughed at my stupidity and general thickness and I laughed at his! - deep sulks all round, months later I saved a copy of woman's weekly because it had someone in it using the phrase 'burn your boats' my ex then said I was so petty for keeping it!

OOOH Im annoyed again now and I've not seen him for ten years!

shameless place marking for catching up later!

I am also disagreeing. Otherwise I have spent 30 years pronouncing the people I paid my council tax to incorrectly! Tis Berry. We have this argument a lot. DH is from Bolton and says I'm wrong.

We had a humdinger of a row once. There were tears, stomping, drink throwing, you name it. It stopped when DH stopped mid rant and said 'seriously??? We're rowing about cheesecake?!' We now no longer by cheesecake unless it's a small one just for me

Bury near Manchester is burry; Bury St Edmunds is bewry street berry sunt.

You "berry" your secrets deep in your heart and hide them under blankets of guilt, resentment and fear.

I was right btw.

Nope. Much as it pains me to disagree with such a well-respected MNer, it is 'berry', *BeerTricks. Sorry.

Shared

These are also making me v happy that I don't food shop or mean plan or cook. DP does all that now. because we nearly killed each other in first year of cohabitation trying to share responsibilities

We are both control freaks so have divided duties, not shares.

Oh the air ship and spring onion gate made me snort!

Love this thread. Last summer we bought a new flat screen tv to go on the wall in the lounge. Unpacked it and propped it up in front of the wall on a table to get an idea how it would look. The wall is opposite a large window, and the sun was shining in. All I could see on the screen was a reflection of the window, plants on the sill, garden beyond.

I then spent 5 hours ranting and screaming and crying at DH because it was obviously his fault that the sun moves round from east to west so would be in our southwest facing garden for almost all of the afternoon, meaning we wouldn't see the tv screen properly.

He, to his credit, didn't retaliate at all, realising that the fact I was due to start chemotherapy in the next few days was making me behave somewhat irrationally.

The tv is in place on the wall and the reflection isn't a problem at all.

I also once stopped speaking to a bf for a week after dreaming that he cheated on me with a girl I knew from school. I never spoke to her again. They didn't know each other and had never met.

NaughtySausage - thinking back to my politics degree, I am afraid that your dh may be, at least partially, correct about the Queen having certain constitutional powers, but not using them - there is an unwritten consent that the monarch could, for example, dissolve Parliament, but doesn't.

StinkingBishop - dh and I don't row over what can and can't go in the recycling, but only because I exercise superhuman patience and don't kill him in the actual face for his inability to remember that envelopes can't go in the recycling, nor can the plastic packaging from the weekend supplements - so I feel your pain!

Stinkingbishop - we have that issue. It is now resolved with the phrase "Is it a bottle?" And no other discussion.

Oh and I do not wash dishes or pack shopping at the supermarket if DH is with me due to previous arguments.

DH Bought long life custard for the trifle on Christmas Day first year we were married and had my family for dinner. I had specifically asked for fresh and drawn him a map of Tesco! Conversation in the kitchen as I was dishing up trifle was through gritted teeth and along the lines of'That's the last effin Christmas I spend with you Mr Jbck you are an arse and I deserve better'
Also had a three day argument before the days of Google over how many times the guy in the Offspring sings 'ah ha' in the chorus of Pretty Fly for a White Guy. I was wrong.
To this day 18 years later custard is not to be mentioned.