Thinking about my boy makes my day exponentially better (stolen from Am)
Who is he?
Mike (also known as Mike-Mike, the Mike-Mike, and MonoBoy)
How long have you been together?
Nine months and eight days.
Dating/Engaged/Married?
Seriously dating. (We're very serious people. We don't have any fun at all. Ever.)
How old is your man?
23
What's his middle name?
Garvey, which makes for a lovely name-song that I sing to him.
You or him:
Who eats more?
He does, by a long shot.
Who said "I love you" first?
I did. A very nice first.
Who weighs more?
He does, by about a hundred pounds.
Who sings better?
I do, but that doesn't stop him from singing to the cat.
Who's older?
He is by a year and four months.
Who's smarter?
Depends in which area. I'm book-smart, but he knows stuff that is useful in the real world, like politics, and has common sense.
Whose temper is worse?
Mine. The man is a saint.
Who does the laundry?
I don't know. We haven't had to figure that out yet. We'd probably do it together.
Who does the dishes?
I do, since he's the one who cooks.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
It varies. Usually I sleep next to the wall, so, from the footboard, he sleeps on the right. But, like I said, it varies. We'll figure it out once we have our own nightstands and things.
Whose feet are bigger?
The only thing I have that's bigger than his are the boobs. ;)
Whose hair is longer?
Mine.
Who's better with the computer?
Oh, him, by a long shot. He knows how to make webpages. I just found that out.
Who mows the lawn?
It's Manhattan. But he mows his aunt's lawn in Spring Lake.
Who pays the bills?
Our finances are seperate for the time being. We'll probably do it together though, once we figure out a budget and strategy.
Who cooks dinner?
He does. Sometimes I get to play at being prep chef, but he is by far handier in the kitchen. One day I'll make him dinner though.
Mike (also known as Mike-Mike, the Mike-Mike, and MonoBoy)
How long have you been together?
Nine months and eight days.
Dating/Engaged/Married?
Seriously dating. (We're very serious people. We don't have any fun at all. Ever.)
How old is your man?
23
What's his middle name?
Garvey, which makes for a lovely name-song that I sing to him.
You or him:
Who eats more?
He does, by a long shot.
Who said "I love you" first?
I did. A very nice first.
Who weighs more?
He does, by about a hundred pounds.
Who sings better?
I do, but that doesn't stop him from singing to the cat.
Who's older?
He is by a year and four months.
Who's smarter?
Depends in which area. I'm book-smart, but he knows stuff that is useful in the real world, like politics, and has common sense.
Whose temper is worse?
Mine. The man is a saint.
Who does the laundry?
I don't know. We haven't had to figure that out yet. We'd probably do it together.
Who does the dishes?
I do, since he's the one who cooks.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
It varies. Usually I sleep next to the wall, so, from the footboard, he sleeps on the right. But, like I said, it varies. We'll figure it out once we have our own nightstands and things.
Whose feet are bigger?
The only thing I have that's bigger than his are the boobs. ;)
Whose hair is longer?
Mine.
Who's better with the computer?
Oh, him, by a long shot. He knows how to make webpages. I just found that out.
Who mows the lawn?
It's Manhattan. But he mows his aunt's lawn in Spring Lake.
Who pays the bills?
Our finances are seperate for the time being. We'll probably do it together though, once we figure out a budget and strategy.
Who cooks dinner?
He does. Sometimes I get to play at being prep chef, but he is by far handier in the kitchen. One day I'll make him dinner though.