As I mentioned in my Pavlov's Toothbrush post I intend to post funny, slightly embarassing things about my husband until he reads my blog. I have even told him that the first one was out there, and yet, AND YET he still hasn't read it. Rawr. That's my mildly annoyed noise.
So for topic 2, I thought I should cover some of Hubby's quirks. Oh, and I think I am going to finally say his name, because it's not like it's a state secret, since anyone who reads this does probably already know me. I love living with Brian (that's hubster's name) and I love love love being married to him. He rocks, let me just say that. And let me also say that if he were to make a list of my quirks, they might perhaps be twice as long. So please don't think my husband is a wacky tyrant when you read the following paragraphs.
Living with someone is really interesting, because you learn things about them you'd never really know if you weren't privy to the full life they live, not just the part where they take you on dates or go on vacation or you have sleepovers at their apartments. Being with someone every day makes you utterly aware of all their peculiarities.
Here are a few of Brian's endearing quirks:
1) Brian cooks us gourmet dinners every night (yes, I know, I am the luckiest girl ever). But apparently, it is heresy if we don't have a vegetable with our meal. There is always a meat, a starch, and a veggie. And if he doesn't make a seperate veg, he either apologizes or confirms that this is ok. What, no brocolli? I divorce you!
2)He folds his t-shirts in the strangest way I've ever seen, so that they are stood up at the fold. I can't even explain it. It looks like something out of a magazine, but it's cute.
3)He washes his face and entire body with his shampoo. It makes no sense. I have laughed hysterically many a time when I have seen this. He does also use soap, by the way, so I am not sure why he likes transferring the extra shampoo from his head to his body. But I'll turn around in the shower and he'll be covered in it.
OK, now on to the quirks I could live without:
1) It is a crime if I do not close the door to my closet. Yes, he built the closet in our new house (I know, awesome). And I get that the cat might get in the closet and shed even more on our clothes (Murray is a long haired white cat) if I left it open. But honestly - in those ten minutes between when I put my clothes on and then went into the bathroom to dry my hair, what is so horrible about leaving the closet open?
2) He asks, in some degree of seriousness, if I am trying to waste money when I have more than two lights on in the house at one time. I grew up in a house where we kept whatever lights on that we wanted. It's not like we did it to waste money, I think we just liked having a house that was illuminated. Now I have to fight with the man in the dark cave to keep some damn lights on.
3) Every morning he is convinced we are going to be late for the train. This one is definitely getting better the longer we've lived here in the house, but I think at least 20 seperate times he has been convinced we are going to be late for the train. I've got the whole thing down to a science - I know exactly how much time I've got (not much, really, we want as much sleep as we can get, so we get up at 6:30 and have to be out of the door at 7:00) and I even know that I should have the hairdryer on by 6:55 to make sure things all go according to plan. 2 minutes before I am ready, he'll start freaking that we're going to miss the train. At first I tried to rush for him, actually believing we might be late. But then I noticed that every single day, every time I got in the car, it was 7:00. Maybe 6:59, maybe 7:01. But honestly. Chill out. And guess what - there is another train less than 10 minutes after the one we take. Oh the horror!
I've got a thousand more things to tell you, about him, about me, about life, but I am tired so I am going to go turn off the light, make sure my closet door is closed, and tease him about the fact that we had steak and eggs tonight with no veggie.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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