Tagged: spouse

Stacy tagged me…

What is his name?
Jerry, but not legally.

How long have you been married?
10.5 years.

How long did you date?
15 months (including engagement time, but not including the first few dates a year before we really started dating)

How old is he?
39

Who eats more?
Me, dammit. Gotta fix that.

Who said I love you first?
I think I did, but he thought it first.

Who is taller?
He is, by 8 inches.

Who sings better?
Me, but mostly because he lacks confidence. He has a beautiful voice when he thinks no one is listening.

Whose temper is worse?
I think we both need to work on our tempers.

Who does the laundry?
We both wash, I fold and carry upstairs, we both put away.

Who pays the bills?
I do.

Who cooks dinner?
I do.

Who mows the lawn?
Ollie, God bless him. My first summer home from teaching, I knew that Jer was going to unintentionally going to expect me to mow the lawn without really meaning to. And I knew that was going to make me angry, because the expectation of it (since I was home earlier in the afternoons) had already started happening and I was already irritated about it. I went to Jerry and said, “You know… We have two choices here: get a yard man, or go to marriage counseling. A counselor is just going to tell us to get a yard man, so can we skip the middle man?” Ollie was hired, and our yard has looked amazing for 7 years now. Ollie’s magic helped sell our first house and whip the yard of this one into shape.

Who wears the pants in the family?
We both do. I’m the impulsive one, he’s the analytical one, so I nudge him along and he reels me back in. It’s a good balance.

Who will you tag?
Hmmm…. Ra, Kelley, and Sioux