But perhaps you'd like to hear a little bit about the man I'm always babbling about. This MeMe is courtesy of Dooce.
Sassy and SM:
What are your middle names?
My middle name is Sue. SM's middle name is Lee. If you imagine them with a scary southern drawl like this: "Betty-Sue an' Tommy-Lee are over by the keg watchin' all them kids of theirs" you can see how ridiculously red-neck we have the potential to be. Thanks Mom and Dad.
How long have you been together?
We just celebrated 1 year.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
We were emailing for about 3 days and talked on the phone once. We met in person on our first date.
Who asked whom out?
That's a good question. I really don't remember who prompted the "we should maybe try being in the same room" conversation. Probably me. I'm pushy like that.
How old are each of you?
I'm 33, he's 37.
I regularly remind him that he's old because it's funny and he is.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Self-centered only child am I. - I have met his sister and we get along great. I'm a little concerned that my mouth is going to get me in trouble when I meet his brother though. Why? Because he's a "good ol' boy" and I'm a Bitc... opinionated.
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Oy! Now isn't this timely. I recently freaked the hell out about this one. I might have even left a coating of teary snot on his shirt when all I really wanted to do was escape before I completely lost my shit. FAIL. Our living arrangement is complicated. He resides in Cooterville and I live in the woods (if you know the actual cities, please tell me I'm clever because HA! I'm clever!). We are each tied to our hometowns because of our children. It's not something we talk about much. I hope we'll find a way to adjust or work together better through this at some point, sometime, in the future-ish. But do you remember the planner versus non-planner thing? Yeah.
Did you go to the same school?
Nope, he became even more brilliant at a small private college in Wisconsin while I learned how to do beer bongs at the University of Arizona.
Are you from the same home town?
Again, nope. He is a Wisconsin boy, born and bred. I'm an Arizona transplant.
Who is smarter?
Crap. Do I have to answer this one honestly? FINE! He is. He knows everything about everything, and that's why when I happen to know a little something about something I must insist that I AM RIGHT. He might find that a little annoying.
Who is the most sensitive?
Well, I have a uterus so by default, I am. And that's all I'm going to say about that. Unless you want snot on your shoulder too.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
I don't think we've been to the same place twice. We really enjoy trying new places.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Tilleda. We're headed to Tennessee in July. We'll be stuck in the car for over 12 hours with three 7-year olds, one 11-year old, one 13-year old and one 17-year old. If we don't return it's because they turned rabid and ate us.
Who has the craziest exes?
He does. She is SATAN.
Who has the worst temper?
When I'm angry I get really quiet and let the mad-ness grow. He tends to bust a blood vessel and then be over it. Which is worse is debatable.
Who does the cooking?
ROFLMAO! Even when we are at my house and I planned a meal for me to cook By. My. Self. OMG., I will suddenly turn around and find him at the stove taking over. I r spoilt.
Who is the neat-freak?
Once again, the freak medal goes to me. I thrive on organization. I like big open airy rooms with no clutter. He... doesn't.
Who is more stubborn?
Oooo, not me! He wins this one easily. Which is weird because I'm the bull-headed Taurus. I never get my way with him. I r not as spoilt as I should be.
Who hogs the bed?
The man must sleep smack dab in the middle of the bed. Then he hogs the blankets. So I am left with either clinging to the wall and freezing my ass off without blankets or cuddling up to him and roasting alive because he is a human furnace. It keeps things interesting.
Who wakes up earlier?
He is the most chipper morning person I have ever met. Sometimes I'm tempted to pee in his cheerios just for funzies. In order to not ruin his day with my general A.M. Crabbyness, I try and sneak in an extra snooze or 5.
Where was your first date?
A dive bar in the middle of freaking nowhere complete with pregnant smoking bartenders and tractors in the parking lot.
Who is more jealous?
This post is supposed to be about him not me. Sheesh people. Focus!
How long did it take to get serious?
Really, emotionally serious: about a month and an awful email conversation about seeing each other until something else comes along.
Who eats more?
Holy crap, the man does not stop eating. It is just not fair. I think about french fries and my ass grows 2 inches. He grazes all day long and has a waist slightly larger than my 13 year old son.
Who does the laundry?
We each do our own. I'm all for sharing the chores but he does 83 loads a week just to keep up with the triplets and that's where I have to draw a line on share and share alike.
Who's better with the computer?
We both know enough to get into trouble and fumble our way out of it. But honestly, I'm just terribly lazy about all things with cables and cords and buttons. That's when playing the helpless female works to my advantage.
Who drives when you are together?
He does. I much prefer to let him drive so I can gawk out the window and talk non-stop. It's just safer that way.
SexyMan
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2 comments:
Am I the only person who sees something awfully phallic about that picture? I guess The Internets has corrupted my innocent mind...
Bill, you are freaking awesome. I can't believe I missed that. Cannot. Stop. Laughing.
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