He's ok with getting rid of the pond in the back yard
He cares a lot about the new house
He get's me stuff to drink
He is handy
He was cool with me bringing in flowers to the new house
He lets me paint whatever colors I want
He get's upset when I don't update this
He signs his name giant like John Hancock
He looks dead sexy in his new pants :)
He gives advice to his friends
He talks with his hands
He says "Stops"
He makes me laugh
He writes the checks
He lets me drive
He picks fluff out of my ring
I told him the house doesn't have an ice-maker and the city prevents us from owning a pig, and he said "I can live without a pig but I bet that we would need to install a line for an ice maker."
He's smarter than me
He has a huge head
He rocks at rummy
He accuses me of cheating when I beat him in Rummy once in a blue moon
He carried a candle around with him everywhere while the power was out
He runs out in the pouring rain to get the umbrellas from the car
When he sings, if he doesn't know the words, he dances.
Everything in life can be related to a Dharma & Greg episode. Or Spin City.
"Snaggletooth. That's what I'll call you."
"Pfffff" That was me bein' a blow-fly"
He rides the bus out to my office
He makes "pro-con" lists
He makes a fabulous mess in the kitchen and then asks me to clean up after dinner
He puts soap in the dishwasher (even though I can do it now that we use liquid soap)
He unloads the dishwasher
He cooks for me (and likes it)
He likes my glasses
He's a planner
He doesn't stay mad at me
He made a "pros & cons" list for the two houses we liked yesterday
He cares
He could be dead asleep, but when I roll over so my back is towards him, he automatically hugs me.
He's not metro
He calls me "wife"
Cuddles.
He likes my cooking even when all I do is dump a taco packet and crushed pretzels onto a pork chop.
He reads my blog.
When he is asleep and all tucked into bed with the sheets and blankets all up around his head, he makes the cutest face.
Thoughtful.
Long fingernails that scratch good.
Fuzzy.
He's warm.
He calls just because.
When he sings, it is in falsetto.
His laugh.
Hugs.
The pigeon cooing noise he makes.
His beard swirls.
That dance he does.
He won't care that the elephant in the corner has nothing to do with the mathy background.
He rocks at Trivial Pursuit.
He threw me a fabulous birthday yesterday. The house was decorated and the cake was great. Friends came over and we played Trivial Pursuit (which is another reason I love him! The game was a suprise!)
