The Wifely Unit has literally tried to tell me how to change a fucking light bulb before.
She has even had the gall to try and tell me how to work on her fucking car!
The Know It All condescending tone she uses at these times causes me to grind my teeth together and my blood pressure to spike.
I will usually tolerate a few comments and then go off.
Get back in the fucking kitchen woman.
I forgot more about this shit twenty years ago than you will ever know.
She’s an ornery bitch sometimes. We are a good match.
Don’t get me wrong, I love her to death but a man has to know his limitations.