I must say ... it's hard to follow up a post about religiously induced constipation, but one must persevere!
So when ~JJ the Laundress tagged me for a meme that times out perfectly for me, I figured I'd jump on it. It is about HIM -- oh, and me.
It's prfectly timed because tomorrow is our fifth wedding anniversary. So what better excuse to talk about him and me and who and what we are with each other. And I promise -- it's just the straight poop. Not real poop.
How long did you date? 2 1/2 years. We dated two years before he proposed.
How old is he? 54. I'm a cradle-robber.
Who eats more? Him. Although he really shouldn't challenge me to an ice cream eating contest.
Who said “I love you” first? He did. Well, he SORTA did. What he actually said was "I think I'm falling in love with you." My answer was "I KNOW I'm in love with you." The actual "I love you" followed immediately after.
Who is taller? He's 6 feet and I'm a mere 5-foot-2 1/2 (and DON'T take away that half-inch!!)
Who sings better? Oh, that's a MEAN question. We both sing. He's very very good. Me too.
Who is smarter? Book smarts? Me. Street smarts? Totally him.
Whose temper is worse? I own that one.
Who does the laundry? We both do. That's the beauty of marrying a man who has lived alone!
Who does the dishes? See above.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Looking at the bed from the foot of it, I'm on the right. Gotta be there. I'm weird about it.
Who pays the bills? We have an odd system. Somehow at the start, we sorta divvied up stuff. Like I pay water, electric, gas and landline. He pays cable, cell bill and HOA dues. I pay one mortgage, he pays the other. We have separate credit cards. So -- the short answer is: it's a candy mint AND a breath mint!
Who cooks dinner? We both do. He makes a mean spaghetti sauce (which reminds me -- we haven't had in awhile!) and an amazing omelette with veggies and stuff. He also gets home sometimes an hour or even two hours before me, so he pretty much figures it out. Meal planning? Uh. Never been able to do that.
Who drives when you are together? Him. I can't stand being back-seat-driven, and I always feel overscrutinized when I drive.
Who is more stubborn? I own this one too.
Who kissed who first? I don't really remember, but if I had to hazard a guess, I would say it was him. Although I was the one who asked him to dance first and started this whole shootin' match!
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? I usually make the first overture after a fight. Otherwise, we would silent-treatment each other until the end of time.
Whose parents do you see the most? Mine are local. But his family likes me better than my own does.
Who proposed? He did. That story is coming up on April 29 if I get my act together.
Who is more sensitive? Totally me. I overanalyze, too, which is a bad combination.
Who has more friends? Probably me, locally. But he still has tons of people he is in reasonably close contact with from high school. They just don't live within 1,500 miles of us.
Who has more siblings? We both have two brothers and a sister. But I'm the oldest, and he's the baby.
Who wears the pants in the family? Hmm. Can I say this really? I make the trains run. He is not a decision-maker as a rule, and nature abhors a vaccuum -- so in the absence of a decision, I decide. Does that put me in the pants? Probably.
So ... I am going to tag ... um ... Miss Anne, Holly, Kaytabug and Burgh Baby.
Let's hear it, ladies ...