Totally stole this meme from Creative Momma, because after talking about myself for a solid 4 posts in a row, I thought I’d round it all out, write a 5th post and make it entirely about someone else, aka, the most important man in my life – very humbling of me, no?
So yeah, about that guy who was crazy enough to marry me and crazier still for still thinking that was a good idea:
What is his name? Dan
Who eats more? Totally tough call, but I can tell you he eats it faster, that’s something, right?
Who said I love you first? oh god… I’m panicking, I’m a terrible wife. I have no idea. I said I “like” you first, does that count? Oh gosh… Honey, if your reading this, do you know? Bail me out, please.
me: so who said I love you first?????
Sent at 12:44 PM on Tuesday
Daniel: you did; there’s a bit of a story here though
you said in the blog that there was a delay before I said “I like you too”
which isn’t true [so I lied, sue me]
a few days later you said “I love you”
at the tail end of a thought
while I was driving
and you said it quietly
and I didn’t hear it
me: oh my god i REMEMBER THAT!
but go on…
Daniel: and then you got nervous and started saying “Youdon’thavetosayanythingbackifyoudon’twantto”
and I was confused, then figured it out, then said I do love you ;I’m sorry I didn’t hear what you said
I guess I am the more gushy romantic one
if you didn’t even remember that
me: but i’m the one who’s going to post this conversation on her bloggggg
[convesation continued, because I lie.....]
me: and “Save”
i love you, too
still [get it? I lied because I'm still posting seceretly... muahahahahaha]
oh, sorry! I love you too!
now i love you more
Daniel: haha that’s good
almost like we were made for each other or something
me: almost [see how mean I am? okay, I'll stop...]
Who is taller? Thank god, an easy question, he is, by about a foot even
Who drives most when you are together? He does – I almost never want to drive if we’re both going, which might be silly because one, I have post traumatic stress when driving with other people since getting into a nasty car accident about 5 years ago when I let a friend drive my car, and two) miraculously almost never have similar stress when I drive myself and three) I sometimes think my husband drives like a maniac – a very smart, knows how to drive very well maniac – he just drives a list fast, okay? But yes, still, he almost ALWAYS drives, because I am leh tired…
Who’s more sensitive? Well that depends, I get my feelings hurt more, but sometimes I think he’s more sentimental where it counts. Like he’s all, “let’s be romantic” and I’m all like [belch, oh sorry, what?] He’s too good to me, basically.
Who does the laundry? I do. I might make him cook more than his fair share, and he might have grown up with far more knowledge about how to clean most things, but I do the laundry – almost ALL of it, washing, drying, folding and putting away. I’m not a complete failure of a wife.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I never know how to answer this – the right side when laying down or the right side when looking at the bed – when laying down, me. Until he gets out of the bed, then I sleep on BOTH sides – muahahahahaha
Who pays the bills? Him, at least, he sets them up to be automatically paid-ish (a reminder is sent to him, and then he says, “okay” but I balance the check book, check the mail, hand him the bill, and say, “geterdone!”
Who cooks more? There was a time I could say me, but somehow I think I have to say him. He makes his own lunches, and often makes breakfast for son and himself (always himself) and would make mine if I knew what I wanted, and then after a long day at the office, he’s frequently come home to me, half passed out on the couch, saying, again, “I’m leh tired… what’s for dinner?” My sole area of cooking responsibilites some days is peanut butter and jelly for me, MM and SB. I’ve recently gotten better though – I’m getting back on my game, thanks to a month of menu planning and me feeling far too lazy for my own good. Tonight is ABC Pasta (from Trader Joes) in Alfredo Sauce, w/ broccoli (if I remembered to buy it), and French Bread. Aweosme, eh?
Who is more stubborn? Um… our son? I don’t know we are all of us awfully stubborn, I suppose I’m the one who drills my point into the ground until it’s dead and my husband just shuts his mouth and refuses to talk, I mean… my son, I swear… (yeah I’m blaming the two year old, what of it??)
Who is the first to admit they are wrong? Me because I usually am, but I stealthily manage to turn my appology into his guilt trip. I’m that good.
Who has more siblings? Well… that’s kind of complicated. Cause see he has 3 siblings by the same parent, but I have 1 sibling in that same way and then I think 5 (maybe 6???) siblings just on mom’s busy busy bee side. For real. No, I’m not joking. Yes, one of those siblings is a year younger than my son. I know.
Who wears the pants? Me. Unless the jar is too tight, or I don’t want to.
What do you like to do together? ::coughs:: watch tv, or a movie, or play board games or card games and other wholesome activities. Actually all of that is true – we love doing those things, we also like cooking together, shopping together and traveling together. But after doing all that, our favorite thing is him going to work while I stay at home with the boy apart together.
Who eats more sweets? Okay, that would be me – don’t get me wrong, he loves his sweets but he could never beat me where this question is concerned – he doesn’t have a uterous. Sorry. I win, you lose, sweetie.
Guilty Pleasures? his? linux and me mine? romantic comedies, and him. We’re so sweet you wanna sucker punch us, huh?
How did you meet? [insert swelling music] It was a cold morning at the bookstore, I’d just started working at a week ago, but was already boss at (by boss I mean really really good, I was not yet a manager – yet). My manager came up to the registers I was stationed at with two tall guys, one of whom was terribly hunky and did I mention tall? Ms. Manager says, “Jen his is Dan and [whatsisface] – you’ll be training them on registers.” I say, “Ho-kay…” I think “Seriously? For real? I’ve only worked here a week,” But I put on my best big girl pants and trained their asses off. And I think, I recall, we both said we liked it…
Who asked whom out first? Two freaking years later, I finally got up the nerve and asked him out, and by the time he left I still had no idea if he liked me or was just being really, really, ridiculously nice, so after yelling at myself for being a whimp, I called him up and I said, “Do you like me??? Because I like you and I thought you should know…” [insert way too long block of silence until he eventually...] told me he liked me too!!!! YES!!! FIST BUMPS!!!!
Who kissed first? I totally kissed him first. You know it wasn’t his idea… [Paulie Bleaker says, "WHOSE IDEA WAS IT???"]
Who proposed? He did, but I kind of already knew he was going to ask, I mean, we were already taking pre canna, I wasn’t stupid you know? But it was still all romantic and stuff and I think he was even still worried I might say no. Silly boys.
His best features & qualities? He is so so so tall ( I love it ) and ridiculously nerdy in his own cute way ( I might love that more ) seriously, no kidding, the first thing I loved about him was his work ethic, now you all know just how terribly nerdy I am. I also love his intelligence, his sense of humor which is oh so much like mine, his huge wacky Stepford family, his patience, his fatherly ways, and gosh he’s just awesome guys! He cooks for me! Seriously!!
-edit- and who wouldn’t love a man who can read posts like this and correct my grammar while doing so? LOVE HIM!
Who I tag: All you married or soon to be married ladies! Fess up!