RUBbette Wives & Housework, si man

[TBoneTX 45,649]

has this thread turned into a total boring sleep-a-thon?

We need to return to the original topic, si man.

Last night, Mrs. T-B., while overenergetically cleaning (!!!?!) the stovetop, knocked a carafe of cooking-oil onto the floor. She spread around the spilled oil during the up-mopping process. I was favorably impressed at how shiny the floor was, si man.

In other news: At this writing, little Mini-Bone will be 1 year old in 1 week and slightly less than 12 hours, si man. He has Mrs. T-B.'s eyes, and my hairline and waistline, grunt man.

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ETA: The length of this thread now exceeds that of my previous longest -- several years ago when I commented about how I pried my I-129F loose from the CSC. A notorious nastyette tried to get the thread locked, as she has done many times, but failed. I was pleased that the thread died of its own accord, si man.

Edited January 10, 2012 by TBoneTX

[Bad_Daddy 2,209]

We need to return to the original topic, si man.

Last night, Mrs. T-B., while overenergetically cleaning (!!!?!) the stovetop, knocked a carafe of cooking-oil onto the floor. She spread around the spilled oil during the up-mopping process. I was favorably impressed at how shiny the floor was, si man.

Check to make sure she hasn't got her hands on any meth.

In other news: At this writing, little Mini-Bone will be 1 year old in 1 week and slightly less than 12 hours, si man. He has Mrs. T-B.'s eyes, and my hairline and waistline, grunt man.

Congrats Tbone You have a birthday present picked out for him yet?

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ETA: The length of this thread now exceeds that of my previous longest -- several years ago when I commented about how I pried my I-129F loose from the CSC. A notorious nastyette tried to get the thread locked, as she has done many times, but failed. I was pleased that the thread died of its own accord, si man.

The notorious nastyette's have been hard at it in the RUB forum lately reporting post and getting them deleted. I keep waiting to read of their untimely demise but no such luck as of yet.

Edited January 10, 2012 by Why_Me

[ONA 133]

Thats it. Must be where the "harlot" reference comes from. THAT's a pie? No. It has all the characterics of cake. I would call it a "coffee cake" in equivilent English, although what the British call "pudding" is hardly the same as what we call pudding.

It's a pie

See, that's the difference, I don't understand why you call a "coffee cake" a CAKE. It has all the characteristics of a pie to me.

[Gary and Alla 3,694]

It's a pie

See, that's the difference, I don't understand why you call a "coffee cake" a CAKE. It has all the characteristics of a pie to me.

what kind of pie are you eating? Ever had what we call an apple pie?

Anyway, to settle this I asked Alla. She is always right, if you do not believe me you can ask her.

Alla, is it pie or cake?

"Neither"

What is it?

"Sharlotka"

There you have it!

It is too bad she can never run for President because she would be great in the debates.

[Gary and Alla 3,694]

We need to return to the original topic, si man.

Last night, Mrs. T-B., while overenergetically cleaning (!!!?!) the stovetop, knocked a carafe of cooking-oil onto the floor. She spread around the spilled oil during the up-mopping process. I was favorably impressed at how shiny the floor was, si man.

In other news: At this writing, little Mini-Bone will be 1 year old in 1 week and slightly less than 12 hours, si man. He has Mrs. T-B.'s eyes, and my hairline and waistline, grunt man.

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ETA: The length of this thread now exceeds that of my previous longest -- several years ago when I commented about how I pried my I-129F loose from the CSC. A notorious nastyette tried to get the thread locked, as she has done many times, but failed. I was pleased that the thread died of its own accord, si man.

But now the $60,000 question. This will determine whether she is a South American girl or a RUBette in disguise..."WHO is guilty for HER knocking over the oil?"

[ONA 133]

what kind of pie are you eating? Ever had what we call an apple pie?

Anyway, to settle this I asked Alla. She is always right, if you do not believe me you can ask her.

Alla, is it pie or cake?

"Neither"

What is it?

"Sharlotka"

There you have it!

It is too bad she can never run for President because she would be great in the debates.

In Russia we call it a pie.

Yes, I had American apple pie + vanilla ice-cream. Totally messes up my 1200 calorie diet

[Ban Hammer 13,439]

It's a pie

See, that's the difference, I don't understand why you call a "coffee cake" a CAKE. It has all the characteristics of a pie to me.

everyone can discuss what to call it, i call it time to eat!

[visaveteran1 33]

Betty Crocker meets Natasha. When the women post, the recipes come out.

Snore...

[TBoneTX 45,649]

Check to make sure she hasn't got her hands on any meth.

She's as, uh, pure as the, uh, driven snow, sneeze man.

You have a birthday present picked out for him yet?

Grandma T-B. (who goes more psycho in Mini-Bone's presence than I've ever seen her) will take care of all gifts, si man... NO doubt, no man.

The notorious nastyette's have been hard at it in the RUB forum lately reporting post and getting them deleted. I keep waiting to read of their untimely demise but no such luck as of yet.

I'm thinking of one in particular who shows up every 2 to 3 weeks, posts some semi-helpful stuff but chiefly sticks daggers into people, then slithers back into her nest.

[TBoneTX 45,649]

But now the $60,000 question. This will determine whether she is a South American girl or a RUBette in disguise..."WHO is guilty for HER knocking over the oil?"

This probably qualifies her as neither; her reaction was "It spilled on only a few things" (meaning less than half of the floor + everything on it). "I have more oil." She did ask me for $60,000, however, so that must've been the $60,000 question, si man.

When the women post, the recipes come out. Snore...

Careful, sirrah, or the nastyettes will report your intolerably sexist behavio(u)r, screech man.

everyone can discuss what to call it, i call it time to eat!

This is the proper attitude, gorge man. A Thanksgiving joke:

Big Sister: "Billy, if you eat one more piece of that pumpkin pie, you'll burst!"

Billy: "OK, Sis -- pass the pie and get out of the way!"

Edited January 10, 2012 by TBoneTX

[Gary and Alla 3,694]

Yes, I had American apple pie + vanilla ice-cream. Totally messes up my 1200 calorie diet

Oh yes it does!

[TBoneTX 45,649]

Does your RUBbette hide dirty dishes by hastily moving them from sink to dishwasher when company or mom-in-law comes over?

[Bad_Daddy 2,209]

Does your RUBbette hide dirty dishes by hastily moving them from sink to dishwasher when company or mom-in-law comes over?

She doesn't, but I have. Unexpected company and everything goes straight to the dishwasher and frying pan in the oven. We usually keep on top of the dishes pretty good...that and there's only the two of us, but Iv'e done it a few times.

[visaveteran1 33]

Does your RUBbette hide dirty dishes by hastily moving them from sink to dishwasher when company or mom-in-law comes over?

No, fortunately my MIL is in Siberia...like OUT in the wilds. Wood stove. Outhouse. Bears! Refuses to move to the city. Hardcore, old school Russian momma.

But concerning the dishwasher...my wife would fill the dishwasher in the craziest ways. No method or common sense involved...just stow it in until you can barely close the door. Sometimes it defied the laws of physics. Then I'd hear the familiar slapping and banging sounds as the poor dishwasher ran the cycle. I must say, when they passed out common sense, my wife must have been in the outhouse. Sheesh man.

[Gary and Alla 3,694]

Does your RUBbette hide dirty dishes by hastily moving them from sink to dishwasher when company or mom-in-law comes over?

She does that all the time. No need for visitors.

No, fortunately my MIL is in Siberia...like OUT in the wilds. Wood stove. Outhouse. Bears! Refuses to move to the city. Hardcore, old school Russian momma.

But concerning the dishwasher...my wife would fill the dishwasher in the craziest ways. No method or common sense involved...just stow it in until you can barely close the door. Sometimes it defied the laws of physics. Then I'd hear the familiar slapping and banging sounds as the poor dishwasher ran the cycle. I must say, when they passed out common sense, my wife must have been in the outhouse. Sheesh man.

Alla also. That may explain why she always calls me to "put in the chemical and start the machine" But first rearrange all the dishes.