Couple Survey!
As a rule, I despise the endless "surveys" and "quizzes" that constantly pop up on people's blogs. I liked this one, though, which I got from Poppy Brite.
- Who eats more?
- Who said "I love you" first?
- Who is the morning person?
- Who sings better?
- Who’s older?
- Who’s smarter?
- Whose temper is worse?
- Who does the laundry?
- Who does the dishes?
- Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
- Whose feet are bigger?
- Whose hair is longer?
- Who’s better with the computer?
- Do you have pets?
- Who pays the bills?
- Who cooks dinner?
- Who drives when you are together?
- Who pays when you go out to dinner?
- Who’s the most stubborn?
- Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
- Whose family do you see more?
- Who named your pet?
- Who kissed who first?
- Who asked who out?
- Who’s more sensitive?
- Who’s taller?
- Who has more friends?
- Who has more siblings?
- Who wears the pants in the relationship?
Me, totally me. Sonya has always pecked and nibbled, though she does snack more than me. Now that I'm on the phen, though, I'm kind of a nibbler and (wait for it) a pecker, too. Still me, though. Part of my problem is I still want to eat like I'm a teenager. And I can do it, too. I just put on weight like someone in their thirties.
Me. I'm a romantic that way. If I feel it, it pops right out.
Me, but that's by default. I wake up easier, and John usually comes to my side of the bed first if Sonya and I are both still asleep. And I get up first on weekdays to get ready.
No one. Neither one of us is gifted that way. We'll both sing, sure, but nobody is any good.
Sonya, by six months or so. Older women are hot.
It depends on what you're asking. I read all the time and know tons of obscure stuff. But Sonya understands people and planning and dealing with things better than I ever will. We're both pretty bright, though. I like to think we complement each other.
Sonya's. She just lets it loose and it's like a rifle-shot. I tend to bottle things up and erupt pretty spectacularly, which can be awful. But if you're going to piss someone off, don't let it be Sonya. She's going to get you right then. You piss me off and then walk away and you'll probably never even know I was mad.
Me, usually. Though Sonya doesn't hesitate to if it needs to be done.
I load the dishwasher and will, eventually, wash anything that needs to be handwashed. This is an agreement that stretches back to when we first got married. It's fair, though. Sonya cleans the bathrooms, and I hate to do that more than anything.
Sonya. The first night we slept together (Labor Day weekend 1990, I believe) I tried sleeping on the right and we both slept like crap. The next night I switched to the left side and that's where I've been since.
Mine, by far. Sonya has tiny, pretty little feet.
Sonya's.
We're both good with a computer! Neither one of us is a big-time gearhead, but we can both make a computer do whatever we need it to do.
Yes. Roxy is a 13 year-old chihuahua-terrier mix from the West Memphis Animal Shelter.
Well, the money goes into one account, right? But I actually sit down and send the money to the appropriate places.
We both do. Dinner isn't a big thing with us. Sonya is pretty busy and I don't usually want anything more elaborate than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But one or the other of us will make John's dinner, sit down with him, and eat our own food, too.
Depends on where we're going and which car we're in. If we're just running around in town I usually drive my car and Sonya drives hers. On longer trips we both would rather drive than ride, so we take turns.
Who cares? It all comes from the same account.
Sonya. If John is stubborn I tell him "boy, you're hard-headed like your mother." I can be, but Sonya is far better at it.
Me, if anybody. We're more likely to sit down and say "this is a problem. Let's discuss it." Admissions of guilt are less important than working on the underlying issue.
Mine. I usually take John to see my mother and grandmother every weekend and my sister is our go-to babysitter.
I think Sonya came up with it. She said "she looks like a Roxy." And she was right.
I kissed Sonya first. I was dropping off something at her house and she was upset about something, so it seemed like a good time to kiss her. I think I was right.
Hmmm...she came by and saw me several times while I was working at Baskin Robbins my senior year of high school. The first time we actually went to do anything together (December 30, 1989) Sonya and her friend Staci (who I knew through another friend of mine) and I went running around together, then we went to my house to watch Rock and Rock High School. Honestly, I can't remember the first thing we did that was just me and Sonya. Probably we watched a movie or something. And made out.
That depends, too. I'm better at letting things go, but Sonya is never bothered by some things in the first place.
I am, by a couple of inches.
Sonya. People like her as soon as they meet her, usually. I think I make horrible first impressions on people and you really need to get to know me first before you can realize how awesome I am. Sonya's awesomeness is right out front for everyone to see.
I do. Sonya has one sister; I have seven half-siblings, but I grew up with my mom's other children (Dawne, Julie and Jack) and I usually forget that we're all halfsies. We're very tight.
Everybody wears pants. Our marriage is a partnership of equals. Sonya or I might take the lead in a specific scenario - whoever is better qualified to be in charge usually is - but we work together.
4 Comments:
You, my beautiful husband, are EXACTLY right on all counts.
guess it's time to tweak your nipple again, huh?
I don't know how to say this, but I'm kind of a Big Deal....
Bro. Dave
Ummm, have you totally given up on the blog thing?
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