My husband and I are like from two different planets.
My world of fairy tales and unicorns with barbie dolls mixed in.
And his planet of G.I. Joe's and heavy laden tanks with a dallop of all things computer.
We aren't alike in any way. (Um, obviously...boys have penis's es and girls have vagina's....what movie was that?)
When he looks at a computer he visualizes it's insides and how every screw, wire and whatever else computer geeky has it's purpose.
Me? I wonder what blogs I'm going to visit.
He tried once to bring me into his world. I really did try.
We had just moved in with each other and he always took care of all things mechanical. That day he decided to take me to my car to 'educate' me. (Buwhahahahaha). We opened the hood and I could see his mind just whirling away with how the car engine operated.
Me. I wondered how long this would take.
He proceeded to point out things to have me and it's function. My girlie brain tried so hard to focus and when asked to repeat the whole "the leg bone is connected to the..." but insert engine parts I would be connecting the washer fluid to the radiator?? Wait, is it connected to the radiator?? Eh...see!
Poor guy. He tried.
And when he crosses over into my world a bit, it's a tad humorous.
He went to the store for me. I had to be real specific for him because he does not know how to deviate from the list if I am too vague.
We were making a pasta dinner and had our mind set on that. When I opened my box of noodles out came some nasty bugs...yuck..gag...yuck...gag.
He offered to get some new noodles and I mentioned I wanted a certain kind, and wasn't exactly sure of the name. But he knew what they looked like.
He had come home with a tale of complete man breakdown while deciding between two different noodles. Standing there. Sweating it out a little bit. Panicky. Over noodles.
I buwhahahahaha'd with him. Silly man.
But...I digress a little.
I had for some lame reason dumped my bugged out noodles that had semi cooked into the garbage disposal. Apparently the noodles that didn't get properly cut up expanded more while 'trying' to go through the U-shaped pipe and caused a major malfunction.
I clogged the sink.
Me and the kid sat there while dinner was cooking. He unclogged, noodles disbanded all over the kitchen floor with me murmuring that I would clean it. (ahem...the shame of being completely ignorant of throwing things down the drain that would fare better in the trash can). Him, anazlying and doing whatever he does well. Thank God he was there.
Cause I would have just kept standing there looking at my clogged sink hitting the switch for the garbage disposal.
*Happy and content Sigh*...our two planets. They keep revolving around each other. Both co-existing in the same universe. Our kid being our sun and moon.
It would be empty without him around.
(as much as I hem and haw about him being around...giggle).
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