We were on our way to a town up the road a piece today and during the drive I started thinking. We've been married almost 37 years, we've spent 36 Christmases together, 36 anniversaries, 36 birthdays, and this man still does not even know my shoe size. He also doesn't have a clue about my likes or dislikes. The only sure fact he knows about me is that I am a pretty good cook and that's a good talent cause he likes to eat.
I think I married an alien.
I was also thinking of all of his endearing qualities as we rode along, the ones that mostly drive me batshit crazy, such as,
Waiting until we're on the highway, surrounded by traffic (not a lot mind you, but enough to turn your brains into mush if you meet them on their side of the road), to decide he needs to put on his seat belt. One of these days I'm going to pass out from holding my breath while he's fumbling around looking for it.
Farming from the road. When he's driving and looking to see what this farmer has done, or that one over there, the truck drifts to whichever way he's looking. I ride along with my eyes closed sometimes so I won't see a near miss.
Refusing to read the danged instructions or operating manual before putting something together or attempting to operate something. He's had this truck a couple of weeks now and some of the controls are on the steering wheel, for example the radio, the ON STAR, (some other stuff that I couldn't read in the manual while we were weaving all over the road while he was attempting to decipher the symbols). Those ON STAR folks are soon going to start treating him like the "boy who cried wolf" if he doesn't stop accidentally turning that thing on. I don't know what all that stuff is either but I'm not going to be driving his truck much so I can get by with only knowing the basics. (Jerri and I went over 75 miles the other day before we figured out how to turn on the a/c).
His insistence on wearing that horrible shirt that he's wearing to a funeral tomorrow. I didn't buy it, he says he didn't buy it, we're not sure where it came from. It's got this horrible striped collar, and he likes it, so he's wearing it. I'm staying home with Zach.
BUT, he finally completed one of the things on his "Honey Do" list today. We finally went to pick up the chair that I bought from his sister. It's only been just over a year and a half since I bought it. Good huh?