Thursday, February 14, 2013

That shit's romantic.

When My Guy proposed to me on the walking trail where we'd had our first date, he did so within a few feet of a doggie-waste disposal stand.

He didn't mean to. It was behind him and he didn't see it, seeing as how he was too nervous and concerned with remembering which finger the ring went on. But now we joke about it, and it's part of our love story.

I guess it's not surprising, then, that we don't get into the Valentine's day crazy. I think heart-shaped jewelry sucks ass, and he seems to think that making tex-mex rice casserole is a more-than-appropriate display of love. We are a good match.

He is incapable of hanging up a towel.

I am a shrill harpy.

He roughhouses with the dogs and then gets annoyed that they won't settle down.

I probably have other faults, although none come to mind at the moment.

We can make each other crazy.

But here's the whole truth: everything is better when he's around.

Fun is more fun and crappy is way less crappy. He makes me laugh like someone with a flip-top head, like my cranium is going to explode with delight and my mouth must open as wide as possible to relieve some of the joyful pressure.

He's my partner. He investigates potential dead mouse carcasses. I have expanded his diet beyond spaghetti and frozen dinners. Together, we make 1 fairly together and balanced entity.

I am so blessed. And thankful. And that doggie-doo station? Both apropos and a helpful landmark.


Suburban Correspondent said...

Sounds good to me!

cookingwithgas said...

Oh, yeah. There are no hearts in this house, no red roses but I did buy us some chocolate (goat milk) truffles to split. We ate them last week.
He curls my toes... enough said.

Gary's third pottery blog said...

haha, curls my toes, teehee! I like that sentiment, crappy is less crappy when you are together, NICE :)

Jenny Hart Boren said...

I'm holding out for a gem like yours! And if he can find out why my washer is leaking, even better. Happy Valentine's Day to you two turtledoves.

Karen (formerly kcinnova) said...

That's the way I like life, too.

Anonymous said...

The best love story is the one full of laughter.
I really really smile when I read your posts post-my (really your)guy. You are happy and it shows all the time.

Laura said...

He is a lucky guy. I am glad you (and all your dogs) found each other.

Valentine's day here was along the same lines - pancakes for dinner (but with wine of course) and then slipping into something more comfortable - painting clothes - to work on house projects.

Give me that over fancy crowded restaurants and "he went to Jared" any day.

8 said...

I heart this post! You are absolutely perfect for each other!

Anonymous said...

That was absolutely adorable! It doesn't all have to be hearts and flowers, in fact sometimes, when my harpiness gets shrill, its better if it isn't. I'm glad to know there are others in this crazy world like us.