Stupid questions

[lizzlebizzle33]

What stupid questions does your DH ask you? So far today, upon being asked to go and pay our rent he asks how much it is!? ( we have lived here for 3 years) and then asks me what his PIN number is. Mine he knows but not his own 🙈🙈

Bluebell yes! ‘Where have YOU put my....?’ So true

Most of the above. He has a habit of having half a conversation out loud and the other half in his mind and then gets angry when i didnt do the important half of his conversation that was in his head! he will them state he clearly has told me because he remembers saying it. And i am like wtaf you said half a sentence and walked off! You said it in your head. Arrrghhh #$%£+!!!

"Do I like mushrooms?"

These are hilarious, one of DHs best is "where's the thing?" Drives me bloody crazy 😂

Ah yes, 'man-looking'. DH has been trained out of this by having a dish for his pocket junk keys, change etc. (I get the occasional 'what are you doing for dinner?' but a death stare normally stops that nonsense.)
My team of chefs at work however, still call me on my days off to ask where stuff is. All my fridges/freezers are labelled and everything has a place but they still can't seem to look for things properly.

I have a problem with answers from DH, not questions.

Would you like x or y?

Yes.

Yes to which, you fucking pillock

Watching a soap and at the end asks what a certain character is going to do next? WHAAAA??!!! (like a minion would say) How am I meant to know I'm not the writer! Happens ALOT

I made DH change his PIN so it's the same as mine.

Mine calls or sends a message from the shop asking where things are 🙄

One upside to divorce - no more stupid questions!!!

Not a stupid question, but has recently started telling me when he's about to go in the shower. At the same time every night. It's

Other than that he belongs on the nice husband thread.

Mine asks me for the time when the clock is in full view

If I'm making a sandwich and I ask dh what he wants in his he ALWAYS replies with "what are you having?"

It irritates me beyond belief. jUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT

Him-why isn't there any food in the house for me (he means snack stuff)
Me-we got shopping together, you should have picked more up
Him-in just push the trolley 😑😑😑

Somehow my fault

My OH is a genuinely lovely man, and we are equal partners in our relationship, and I am inordinately thankful to have him in my life, but MY GOD HE SAYS SOME STUPID FUCKING THINGS SOMETIMES.

One of my favourites being 'where's my cufflinks/insertothermanthinghere' - there is absolutely no reason WHATSOEVER why I would know the answer to that question. XX chromosomes do not double up as locating devices.

Also, telling me he's going to do mundane stuff, like have a shower or phone his mum. Hurray. Tally ho.

However, much as I hate sex-based generalisations or boy/girl brain shit, I think I do now, after years of research, have actual proof of the 'man look', having lived with several men (mostly flatmates, the OH for 15 years). I have studied them, and carried out secret experiments (okay, I know that's ethically questionable, but SCIENCE), and it's a thing.

Try it. Turn the butter round in the fridge, or move the shampoo from its normal place in the shower rack. They'll be utterly befuzzled for a good two minutes, and you'll get to enjoy a guilty snigger.

In Pizza Express. “Which one do I like?” says XDP.

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I agrre with moving things a few inches from where the were throws most men unless it is beer then they have a unnatural homing instinct !

Love the term befuzzled this is getting added to my dictionary

OMG - this drives me absolutely batshit crazy. It is as if no thinking is required (Or even possible) if someone with boobs is in the vicinity. I don't get it. Mine practically can't find the sofa if I've moved it to vacuum. (Makes for a fun hobby or sweet petty revenge if I'm pissed off about something and it's not worth losing my shit - I just move the furniture and watch him stress out.). Meanwhile, watching DP and DS standing in front of the open fridge or pantry shouting "Have you seen the.....?" or "Where's the....." - cue object which is inevitably right in front of their face - is endlessly entertaining too.

The "Have you seen my......?" (Object that they have misplaced but are entirely responsible for and the fabric of the universe will unravel if they don't find it in the next 8.5 seconds) game is one I refuse to engage in any more. The more you help, the ruder they get. If they find the missing object, (ie - keys/wallet/phone) they proudly hold it aloft in a victorious stance - despite it having been located where you told them to check in the first place, after being rude to you while storming around the house, making more mess than a drunken water buffalo on a rampage..... If you find it for them (in the most logical place, with no mess or fuss) they snatch it ungraciously out of your hand and storm out of the house with no gratitude or apology. Meh! (I grew up with five older brothers..... can you tell?)

I get things like

Remind me to phone my mum
Why haven't you put my dentist appointment in my diary?
Are we doing anything that day?

I'm not fucking Alexa / Lynne from Alan Partridge!

Oh for fuck sake, hes just asked me whether to put a still soaken cushion cover on a rinse or a spin.

Soaking*

Not a question but infuriating.

Me: Do you want to do something this weekend?
DP: looking thunderstruck: I don't know, I hadn't thought about it.

No, I wasn't asking you thinking you had a plan and wanting to hear it. I just hoped to start a discussion about what we might do if, you know, we both put forward some ideas.

He has been known to phone me (while he is at home and I am at work) to ask whether we are running out of cat food.

"What's your lasagna like?"

I always think:
a. same as yours
b. I haven't tasted it yet
c. why are you asking, don't you like it

I always say:
"I'll let you know when I've had some."

My (ex) husband turned up when l was in hospital post-surgery for a broken ankle, asking "how to use the washing machine". l told him to wait til l came home as l didn't want my stuff ruined.
And l once got a phone call at work demanding to know "where's the instruction book for the iron?". Apparently he expected it to explain how to iron a shirt.