Too close for comfort

donadler

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I bought a prewar 38-44 that was in great shape but with some so-so grips. I found, with the help of members here, Curtis Harlow to refinish them. I got a set of grips that had the appropriate silver medallions and another set of medallions and sent both grips to him. He made the 38-44 grips look like new, and put in the good medallions. He fixed the other grips, which will replace grips I had on a WWII .38 marked USNCPC.

So far, so good.

I took the gun and the grips in the small package they came in and was reaching for my screwdriver set to put them on when She Who Must Be Obeyed bellowed.....I mean asked for my help. After I helped her, I forgot about the grips.

Later, when I went to put them on, they were gone! She had picked up the small, torn open package and tossed it in the recycling bin thinking it was trash.

I found them just before she wanted to make a dump run!

Yup, too close for comfort!
 
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About the time I started college, I was attempting a restoration of a nice .22 pump rifle. I had it completely disassembled on a workbench in our basement. The first time I came home from college it was gone. My mother thought it was junk and pitched all of the parts.
 
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The first time I ever came across the "SWMBO" term would have been early 2000's on a motorcycle forum. It perplexed me then, still does now two decades later.

A Judge perhaps, were she female. My own mother, if I were a child. Mother Nature, at the cusp of a natural disaster?

My colon, perhaps, if "she" were raging and threatening...?

I can't think of others. The term paints a rotten image.
 
The first time I ever came across the "SWMBO" term would have been early 2000's on a motorcycle forum. It perplexed me then, still does now two decades later.

A Judge perhaps, were she female. My own mother, if I were a child. Mother Nature, at the cusp of a natural disaster?

My colon, perhaps, if "she" were raging and threatening...?

I can't think of others. The term paints a rotten image.


It comes from a British comedy, Rumpole of the Bailey, and is used in an affectionate manner.
 
Unless the "call of the wild" is a real emergency (someone got hurt, the house is on fire, or dinner is ready - lol) my famous line is always, "give me 5 minutes". In those 5 minutes I either clean-up what I'm doing or at least stage the project for when I get back to it. I also make it a point to tell my wife "DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING ON" wherever I am currently working. If it's gun related, it's always in my workshop and she never touches anything on the bench. Is it fool-proof? Almost.
 
The first time I ever came across the "SWMBO" term would have been early 2000's on a motorcycle forum. It perplexed me then, still does now two decades later.

A Judge perhaps, were she female. My own mother, if I were a child. Mother Nature, at the cusp of a natural disaster?

My colon, perhaps, if "she" were raging and threatening...?

I can't think of others. The term paints a rotten image.

I always thought it was a pretty funny (and sometimes accurate) term, as do most people.
 
Not so much with firearms or such but I have experienced this in the kitchen many times. SWMBO will finish eating and begin cleaning up. I who am still working on something might take a side trip to the loo and return to find that my silverware is gone, washed and put away or my plate is gone or my coffee cup (at breakfast) dumped, rinsed and in the strainer.

It's almost like there is a time limit and if you exceed this time period your stuff is fair game. It is a small thing except for the coffee. Since we use a Keurig machine if you are needing that last third of a cup to start your day there is no pot to refill from and it requires either a pass or using the machine again.

Just one of the small prices to pay when living with a partner. I guess that I should be grateful that she err's on the side of over cleaning as opposed to leaving things sit in the sink for a week.:D
 
I'm a bachelor and always have been. Never fear, I am perfectly capable of losing stuff all by myself. I don't even need help from a wife or girlfriend. :rolleyes:

Froggie


Been there, done that, multiple times. Somewhere in the garage I have a large magnet on a stick. Not sure where though, because I seem to have lost it.
 
My wife and I have had an agreement for decades - don't touch each others stuff. If I didn't put it wherever it is, it's none of my concern. She can deal with it. The same goes the other way.

BTW, if you don't like the term "SWMBO", then don't use it. Just don't get in someone else's face because they like it and use it.
 

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