Mr Beehive is always keen to remind me about the differences between male and females and the need of the male for the "direct question".
When a man says:
"Would you like a #11 tonight" (simmer!............... from the Chinese takeaway )He means exactly that.
When a woman asks:
"Would you like a #11 tonight?" She may mean -
a. Do you want Chinese - or would you prefer Indian - I actually am bored stiff of Chinese and will feign a headache if you don't give me the correct answer to the question that you actually don't know!
b. I do not want to cook - if you make me cook I will divorce you/run off with the mailman/tell your mother that yes you DO have a large todger, her profiteroles ARE awful and taste like armadillo dung and yes you are WELL aware she has had a nose job!
c. Will you feed the dog?
d. Would you like # 11 tonight?
This being the case, however, when Mr Beehive asked me this afternoon what I would like him to do with the old printer (**&^$%#^&???!!) as we couldn't freecycle it as it is a UK one, I said I didn't know.
If you think that he would realise by now that that does not mean " place the bugger right outside the bathroom door for said wife to fall over each time she goes to the bathroom" then you would be SOOOOOOOOOO wrong.