Hall of Shame: Dishpan Hands

I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic this morning. J-Fed has been gone 96 hours, 32 minutes. I haven't had to throw away any empty Frap bottles, pick up any wet towels off the furniture or fish any soda cans out of the dish pan. I did, however, have to kill a palmetto bug, and that in itself was almost enough for me to plead with J-Fed to return home. But nah, I'd rather contend with the little bug than the big bug. Besides, that's what Truly Nolen is for.

Anyways, with a new month looming around the corner see the picture above for a look back at one of our favorite J-Fed moments of January 2007.

With J-Fed temporarily out of the picture, no pun intended, we want your pictures for our hall of shame. Email your truly tasteless photos to kim@shouldidivorcehim.com, along with a brief commentary about your biggest "man" peeve. We'll give you plenty of props while protecting the identity of the innocent (That's you)!!!!

Hall of Shame: Seeing Is Believing

There are those moments that will stick with you forever. Your first kiss. Your wedding day. The birth of your first child. And of course, the first time you walked into the bathroom and saw something this insane. You don't know whether to laugh, cry or scream.

You would think this would be one small step for man. That's right. Just slip the little piece of cardboard right off the holder and into the garbage can. There's no special clip. You don't have to tinker with any tough latches. Nope, it's just a simple flick of the wrist. But nooooooooooo... It would be so much easier to just place a brand new roll right on top of the old empty one. Perhaps keep it there for posterior. Or maybe it has sentimental value... For the love of God, there has to be some reason, he's decided to leave it there.

Any ideas?