I don’t like coffee that much, and I’ve never even tried Nespresso.
That is the only time I can remember having a conversation about Nespresso to anyone and I’ve certainly never Googled it or anything.
I like to follow him all around the house when he’s getting ready for work in the morning, talking the entire time about the last phone conversation I had with my mom (or sister). Just asking.” or “Are you really going to wear those pants with that shirt? I turn the channel to HGTV (which he hates) and then I hide the remote. sneak in to the bathroom (don’t worry this is G-rated) and throw ice water over the top of the shower curtain. When you are really annoyed re-arrange the kitchen then forget to tell him where everything is. As soon as he gets home follow him around like a puppy chatting non-stop till he tells you to stop and catch your breath. As soon as he gets home ask him to take you somewhere to get something stupid like a soda.
Then I pretend I am sleeping when he gets ready for work in the morning and runs around crazy trying to find them. My favorite thing to do to annoy my husband is to giggle out loud at the book/blog/article that I am reading and try to read it to him. Such as: “Why are you putting the bowls on the top rack of the dishwasher? When he’s watching TV get the kids and dog’s wound up and running through the house 100 miles an hour screaming at the top of their lungs.
This one, about a user noticing Google ads for everything he discussed with his wife, is particularly interesting, although too long to reproduce here.
Let’s take a look at the evidence, and try to work out whether surveillance-driven advertising is really taking place, or if it is really nothing more than good, old-fashioned, coincidence. While hubby is talking about boring stuff like computers… Mostly he’s not sure, so he goes back – 99% of the time I drink Coca Cola therefore, that’s what he brings back ……. I’ve avoided emptying out that thing for years using this method! I give my husband wet willy’s when he is trying to fall asleep…or stick my finger up his nose. When he leaves the room to fetch a drink from the kitchen, I wait until he gets back, sits down, and then ask him where’s the drink I asked for? The really frustrating part was that this went on for TWO WEEKS, and he never said a single word. But when I saw we only had one roll of toilet paper left in the entire house, I hid it in my bedside table. But I’m guessing this technique will be annoying for a normal husband. Wait until he’s just about asleep and do my favorite party trick under the covers. I do the same thing with American Idol contestants. If he makes me watch something I don’t want to watch (like the first time he made me watch Star Wars), I ask a billion questions until he gets frustrated and turns it off.