Ever have one of those days (or nights) when you look at the person you are married to and think "what were we thinking?" and "could 2 people be any more different than we are?"
I love that man...I truly do...
sometimes I marvel that we have survived the past 15 years.
It truly is amazing. Miraculous.
Just today our multitude of differences bubbled forth...
He got up at 7 am to go get coffee...I slept until 9.
I can't live without my computer/internet...he can barely check his own email without assistance.
He's been reading the same big book since Christmas. I've read 4 books this week.
He always gets his books back to the library on time. I like to think that my sizable overdue book fines go to support the library.
He uses Sweet n Lo. I use Equal.
He's happy to go to bed at dark. I would love to go to bed at sunrise.
He hates anything creamy...like tuna casserole or tettrizinni. I love creamy foods.
He has horrible handwriting. I don't.
He can remember peoples names for decades. I can not.
He plays 3 instruments. I play the radio.
He wanted us to get a massage on the beach in Mexico. I don't like strange people in my personal space.
His closet is a bastion of organization. Mine is volcanic.
He likes the sheets tucked under the end of the mattress. I do not.
He's right-handed. I am left-handed.
It never ends.
I guess Paula was right.