How long did you date? 5 months dating, 4 and 1/2 months engaged. But my dad knew him longer than I did (Dad picked him out for me when I was in 8th grade. We didn't meet until I was 20. Long story.)
How old is he? 40
Who eats sweets? Both of us.
Who said I love you first? Um...I think I might have, but I can't remember. I do remember almost introducing him to my former seminary teacher as "my fiance" on our first date. Luckily, it came out as "my ffffriend." I knew before I met him that something was different about him and that it would be significant.
Who is taller? Definitely him.
Who can sing better? I do. But, thankfully, he can at least carry a tune. One of the best times I ever had was telling him that I had told the music person in our ward that we would sing a duet. He nearly keeled over until I told him I was joking. But I had him going for a while.
Who is smarter? We are both smart, but he remembers more of the fun math than I do, since he actually uses it every day. We were both Engineering majors, but then I switched to English, which is what I got my degree in. However, I was one class shy of a Math minor. Go figure. He's a damn good tech writer, though.
Who does the laundry? Me. All of it. If he ever decides to "help," he'll wash, dry, and put the whole mess in a mountain on the bed for me to fold later. He will not fold. So I'd rather do it all myself and fold as the clothes come out of the dryer.
Who pays the bills? Me
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does. But I used to.
Who mows the lawn? He used to, but I took over so he could spend more time on the basement. (And in case you are wondering, no, it didn't mean more basement time for him. It meant more yardwork for me.)
Who cooks dinner? Me. In the old days, he would cook on Sunday to give me a break. Those days are long since gone. Kinda sad, now that I think about it.
Who drives? When we are in the same vehicle, usually he does, but not always.
Who is the first to admit they are wrong? I am...because I detest confrontation. He's more that willing to admit fault, however, when he's wrong. I just do it first because I want to get it over with.
Who kissed who first? He kissed me first. But he took his own sweet time about it.
Who asked who out first? Well, neither one, actually. My parents arranged our first date. (We doubled with them. Really. And it was fun.) After that, he asked me out.
Who wears the pants? We both do. I hate wearing dresses and skirts. Very butch of me, I know. Maybe that's why I also have super short hair? Dunno. I've never explored that part of my personality.
Friends who should do this: Anyone who wants to. No pressure.
6 comments:
What a great picture of you guys, Julie! And it was fun to read this, some of those things I did not know.
Thanks! My friend Bek (from Ignore the Crazy) took that picture for us a few years ago. My hair is much shorter now (if possible), but the double chin is still there (sigh). One of these days I'll have to blog about how we met. Because it really is a long, complicated story.
Love the pic... you always make me laugh. Please blog about how you met... pretty cool double date eh? ;-)
I dig the new layout.
And is it Spouse tag, or Hubby Tag? If so, I can't participate.
Cute pic!
Q.S.: Will do, as long as I remember. My mind isn't what it used to be these days. (sigh)
Kengo: Spouse tag. You're it. And I'm coming to check it out if you decide to play.
You two cutie pies!
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