Pur-sleep catastrophe

Happy Saturday!

Well, the mailman delivered my package from Pur-sleep and I was SO excited to receive it. I had been working on my scroll saw in the shop when my brother-in-law brought my mail to me. I opened the package and set the items on my workbench so I could sort through all the goodies. I turned to pick up one of the brochures and..............CRASH, tinkle.......my brand new ceramic tray, designed to hold my Pur-sleep fiber pad, lay in pieces at my feet, on the cement floor. Arrggghhh

Got down on my hands and knees, gathered up all the pieces, put them on the bench, and started matching up the pieces. One large piece was missing so back on the floor I go and find it waaaay back under the bench. sigh

Helpful hubby says "I'm sure glad I didn't break that or I'd never hear the end of it" I wanted to strangle him at that moment.

With the application of some super glue and patience, I got the pieces pretty much glued back in the right places. It sure doesn't look as pretty as it did when I took it out of the package, but it should still work fine.

In spite of the rocky start, I'm looking forward to a blissfull night of sleep with pleasant aroma wafting through my Quattro. Now I just have to decide which fragrance to start with....

Pleasant dreams to you all.
Nancy in AZ

rippersmom wrote:Helpful hubby says "I'm sure glad I didn't break that or I'd never hear the end of it" I wanted to strangle him at that moment.

On behalf of husbands everywhere, I would like to apologize for what he said, since I can imagine myself saying the exact same thing, and can also imagine my wife's fingers reaching for my throat at that instant. So, also on behalf of all husbands, thanks for not killing him.

jnk wrote:

rippersmom wrote:Helpful hubby says "I'm sure glad I didn't break that or I'd never hear the end of it" I wanted to strangle him at that moment.

On behalf of husbands everywhere, I would like to apologize for what he said, since I can imagine myself saying the exact same thing, and can also imagine my wife's fingers reaching for my throat at that instant. So, also on behalf of all husbands, thanks for not killing him.

ROTFLMAO
That was a noble apology, thank you.
Yes, I did want to strangle him, but I was on my knees collecting bits of ceramic and didn't have a free hand, plus didn't want to expend the extra energy getting off the floor twice. LOL

I apologize if this is off-topic or thread jumping, but this brings to mind a couple of funny "husband" memories from my childhood.

My father ran a business building portable storage buildings from the time I was about 2 until his death when I was 28. The customer could pick out the location of their doors/windows/receptacles/etc, along with the color of siding and trim. My father put a sign up in his sales office that read,"Husbands picking out colors must have written notes from wives."

On one occasion, an elderly gentleman and his wife were in the shop selecting how they wanted their building. The wife started to offer a couple of different suggestions/opinions (about three or four times) like, "Don't you think that would be nice if it were there..." or "I like that color and trim over there..." Each time her husband would say something along the lines of, "Honey you don't know what you're talking about....let me handle this," and each time she silenced right up and said no more. They ordered their building (like HE wanted it) and left to drive home.

They lived in Eufaula (an hour away), and an hour after they left, the man called and said, "Frank, do you remember how my wife was saying she wanted that building?"

"Yessir, Mr. Quesnell."

"Make it EXACTLY like she said!"

We knew she had let him have it (at least in private) all the way home! LOL

ycartf wrote: The wife started to offer a couple of different suggestions/opinions (about three or four times) like, "Don't you think that would be nice if it were there..." or "I like that color and trim over there..." Each time her husband would say something along the lines of, "Honey you don't know what you're talking about....let me handle this," and each time she silenced right up and said no more. They ordered their building (like HE wanted it) and left to drive home.

They lived in Eufaula (an hour away), and an hour after they left, the man called and said, "Frank, do you remember how my wife was saying she wanted that building?"

"Yessir, Mr. Quesnell."

"Make it EXACTLY like she said!"

We knew she had let him have it (at least in private) all the way home! LOL

That is a great story!! If Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy