Fact: opposites attract.
Fact two: opposites attract, then decide that they should get married, then realize they are opposites after all the papers have been signed.
Fact three: opposites get married, fight like cats and dogs, decide to bring a spawn into the world, still realize they are opposites, but still love each other even though they don't agree with the others habits.
Fact four: Hunk and I are opposites.
Case in point:
He loves meat, I love vegetables.
I cry at chick flicks, he likes movies with guns, explosions, and lots of killing.
He falls asleep at dinner, I stay up 'til one.
I resemble an oompa loompa, he resembles a string bean.
He likes rap, I love country.
I sleep on my back, he sleeps on his stomach.
He takes cold showers, I take steamin' hot showers.
He loves winter, I love palm trees.
I fight emotionally, he fights objectively.
I love Grey's, he loves 24.
I big puffy heart love Mac, he loves PC.
He puts the cap on the tooth paste, I leave it off.
I think Mexico is a vacation, he thinks Alaska is a great getaway.
He loves math, I love english.
I read books, he reads the cereal box.
I like hoarding, he likes throwing away.
He snores. 'nuf said.
I like parties, he hates parties.
I love healthy food, he loves pizza and chips.
It has always been an issue in our house. I prefer the all vegetable kind, while he lives for every animal on the planet to be on top of his pizza.
I am by no means a vegetarian just so ya'll know. I love myself a good steak, but there is something about an all meat pizza that makes my stomach do somersaults.
So to advert the problem of fighting over who gets the choose what type of pizza we eat we have started to make mini pizzas that fit our personal tastes.
I started using pita shells after I bought Jess Seinfield's Deceptively Delicious cookbook. If you don't have it, go. get. it. now.
It's how I fool Hunk into eating vegetables.
Now I must retire to a dreamy world where I can enjoy my cheesy goodness at 10:30...in the a.m.