Arguments with wife

[Allan at Wallan]

My wife and I are always arguing over trivial
matters. It doesn't matter what I claim she
will always say hers is better.

I finally had a win:
I told her that her in-laws are better than mine.

When she works that one out I will be in strife.

Allan

[KBs PensNmore]

My ex wife and I were driving past a piggery a long time ago, and she asked "Relatives of yours?"
My reply "Yep, In laws"!!!!!

[AlexS]

That's when the fight started.

[Rodgera]

Gees, I hope his Health Insurance is paid up.

[ian]

That's why he refers to "her" as the ex-wife

[KBs PensNmore]

That's why she's now the EX!!!!!!!
The kids were arguing in the back seat of the car, I said "If you don't stop, you can get out!!" They kept on, I stopped the car, dragged them out and drove off, she said "You can't do that" I stopped the car, dragged her out also in sight of the kids, and drove down the road a bit and stopped for 5 minutes. Then went back and picked them up. It was a quiet peaceful trip after that.

[rrich]

About the time I turned 16, my father had a heart attack. My mother had a driver license but rarely drove much more than a half mile at a time. With my learner permit, I got the driving chores. Eventually I was able to take and pass my behind the wheel test.

Fast forward about two years. My mother was the ultimate back seat driver but always sat in the passenger front seat. I can not ever remember a time that my mother ever sat in the back seat.

We were returning from somewhere north of Los Angeles and we were on US 101. This was before I-5 was built. Around Oceanside there was a rail crossing of 101 where the road went under the tracks. The tunnel was a little curvy and the speed limit was reduced to 55 MPH (About 88KPH). I had slowed to a bit below 50 MPH. As we entered the tunnel, my mother says, "Oh, you're going too fast." After we exited the tunnel and it was safe to do so, I pulled over onto the shoulder. I got out and walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. I told my mother, "Slide over and you drive. You're so much better at it than me." Obviously she refused. My father and brother in the back seat had their hands over their mouth to prevent any sound from their laughter.

Cruel? Yes. But my mother never complained about my driving ever again.