After 11 years of marriage and 17 years of togetherness, I think I can safely say I am the foremost expert on relationships Yeah right.
In trying to get a flow for this post, I posed a simple question to my dear husband: “What things annoy you about me?”
For some reason, he didn’t want to answer this question. SEE HOW DIFFICULT HE IS TO LIVE WITH?
So, I started.
Sometimes he breathes REALLY loud. It’s annoying. I wish he would stop. Sometimes I feel like I’m sleeping next to a horse who’s being sat on by a fat lady.
He has a constant need for sex. I mean, every second of the day. Give the vajay a break would ya?! That’s how infections start.
His ADD is off the charts. Sometimes it’s just fun to sit and watch him bounce from one thing to the next. Other times, it’s a bit annoying. Ever see Up? We have a longstanding joke in our house that he’s the dog. I would love to clean up the dishes and help…SQUIRREL!
So after this rapid fire list came at him, he finally had some thoughts of his own.
- I never finish anything I start. Gardening. Organizing the house. Tons of printed cleaning lists pasted all over the fridge that have never been attempted. Tons and tons of printed recipes. Crafts for the kids. Thousands of photos stashed in every corner of the house. I have long asserted that I am a totally organized person trapped in a disorganized person’s life. I can’t help it. I have grand ideas and fabulous plans, but hey, wait…a rerun of Friends is on. Maybe later. Alright honey, score 1 for you.
- I always have my nose in an electronic device, and apparently, this includes magazines. ?? Well lover, you my dear are a world-class enabler. Last year’s AWESOME Christmas gift? Kindle Fire. This year’s? An iPhone. Quit buying me these shiny new toys and maybe I would keep my nose out of them. Besides reality sucks. Why be present in life when I can be planning the perfect one via Pinterest or reading about the perfect guy in a smut novel (ahem, Unidentified Redhead. Seriously READ THIS).
- Apparently I complain about my weight a lot. This is annoying to him. I think it’s funny. Apparently it’s not funny to complain and then NEVER DO ANYTHING TO FIX IT. Yeah well, I like pie and hate exercising. SUCK IT. Good thing he likes squishy, so really, the pressure’s off anyways.
So – I think we are a successful couple because the above conversation made us crack up at each other while discussing the above items. Really, we know it’s all true, but we put up with each other anyways. Because really, who else will?