We’ve been together for 5 years. We are masters at pushing each others buttons.
He hates when I sing random songs at the top of my lungs for no apparent reason…so I sing louder.
I hate when he zooms his toy helicopter over my head….so he spins it in circles over me while laughing hysterically at me freaking out.
I talk over his favorite television shows and have made the space in front of our television my own personal dance floor. While Man vs. Wild plays behind me, you will find me doing the cabbage patch and possibly attempting the worm. Why? Because I find joy in both my dance moves and his state of severe annoyance. No one messes with him and his Bear Grylls time, except for me of course.
He talks about technology constantly. He sees that I’m in another world. A world where I’m shopping for a new pair of jeans that fit my butt perfectly but he makes sure he snaps me out of it. I then get to listen to every detail of an iPad that one should never even know about.
I’m ridiculous, he’s put together. He likes camping, I like Hiltons. I love the beach, he loves the woods. He’s always cold, I’m always sweating to the oldies…. I wouldn’t have it any other way.