One common question for newly-weds is: “How is married life?” One thing I like about it is that Blondie and I have split the duties. The jobs he doesn’t want to do, I do. The jobs I don’t want to do, he does. I never really feel like getting up to get water, but I definitely like keeping receipts.
He is the Water-Getter. I am the Receipt-Keeper. Those are the first titles we’ve created, and we’ve been throwing them around a lot.
“Water-Getter, could you get me some water, please?” I say to Blondie when we’re talking in our room, and I’m thirsty.
“Here’s a receipt, Receipt-Keeper,” he says when he has a receipt that needs to be filed away by me, the Great Organized One.
Blondie said a little while ago, “Blog-Maker, make me a blog.”
September 19, 2010.
Does this look like someone you would entrust your receipts to?
When I was eight, I remember setting one qualification for my future husband: he must play the sax. I was a Jazz-Liker, and maybe I was thinking of the cool owl from Sesame Street who plays saxophone? I also wanted to marry the family dachshund, but...
Anyway, Blondie does play the saxophone. So, bam. I did it. I found a saxophonist. The eight-year-old’s dream: accomplished.
August 29, 2010.
Does this look like someone who would like to get you water?
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine
Always there when you call (call), always on time
Gave you my....baby