Name?
Scott, but also known as; Scooter, Scooper, Grumpus, Grievous, Butt Muffin, and Bob Junior (and his grandparents call him Scottie, but they are the only ones who can get away with that).
How long have we been married?
8 1/2 years, but our date-aversary of 11 years is on March 2nd.
How long did we date?
2.5 years, I guess this is more about us than him. Don't you want to know his favorite color? It's gray.
Who is the most stubborn?
We have a saying in our house, "We fight over the pants".
How old is he?
31 (9 months to the day younger than me).
Who eats more?
For sure him. In the early days, he ate like a teenager, but then it caught up with him so he started counting calories. The thing is I eat like a weirdo, so it's tiny, tiny meals for me without much variety. Sadly, he lost lots of weight and is all hunky and thin, and I stayed the same.
Who said I love you first?
It's hard to really say. We were both equally smitten, but I thought he was "the one" by the 2nd/3rd date and was too chicken to say so. He dragged it out of me and it turned out he felt the same way within a couple of weeks. To read the whole story, click here.
Who is smarter?
We're both equally smart in completely different ways. I think we cover most of the intelligence spectrum. Hopefully that means we'll have well-rounded kids, but I won't hold my breath. My parents are wicked smarties, and I'm just regular.
Who does the laundry?
Scott for years and years. Although, back when we had to go to the sketchy laundry mat with homeless people, it was a date for both of us.
Who does the dishes?
Both. Depends on the day really.
Who pays bills?
I did all the way up until last year.
Who has the most friends?
Me. I am the butterfly and he is a wallflower. But butterflies like flowers, so it all works out... aaaahhhhh (gag, gag).
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
He does. He likes to be close to the windows and I like to be close to the bathroom.
Who cooks dinner?
Mainly him, but then I get adventurous and make something really interesting and delicious.
Who proposed?
Neither one. We both just knew and then one day went and picked out rings over Thanksgiving. It was a much bigger deal for our families than it was for us.
Who has more siblings?
Me. He's the only, lonely and I've got five plus a million surrogates all over the country.
Who drives when we're together?
He does. He gets nervous like his grandmother when I drive and keeps his feet to the floorboards. He screams like a little girl even when I am going five under the limit. Eeeeee!!
Who wears the pants in the family?
See above saying in our house.
Subset of information;
Based on these questions here, I think you learn very little about my sweetie pie, and so I'd like to include this supplemental section even though he'd prefer to remain a mystery to all:
Scott is 6'2" and ruggedly handsome, although he turns into a total wimp if he has to pick me up. I don't weigh that much so it really shouldn't be a problem. He likes to socialize about as much as most people want to pluck their eyes out with a fork. The exception being something sporty and non-talky, like volleyball.
He is obsessed with political news shows and biographies. He watches a lot of Chris Matthews, Tim Russert, and Bob Schieffer. He loves to walk for miles and miles like his grandfather, and begged me to walk all of Long Sands Beach to Nubble Light in York, ME. I never did it, but he did when he went back for a visit later. He loves outdoor activities, but detests camping.
He is very nostalgic for his past, but very pessimistic about his present and future. He always needs to have a vacation to plan and look forward to in order to keep his sanity, and he plans those vacations like Clark Griswald, down to the minute.
He has an uncanny knack of remembering very obscure lines from TV and movies and he whips them out on me numerous times a day. He has a really funny sense of humor and says hysterical things to me, and only me. So in that sense he is like Mr. Snuffolupogus. Well, really all of him is like Mr. Snuffolupogus. My sister Anita's, friends used to call him the phantom because he was always there, but they never saw him.
I also think that he needed sisters, because he likes to tease and taunt me the way Jakey did and I don't like it at all. Although he goes above and beyond Jakey and gooses me up the stairs almost daily. Did I mention that I don't like it at all?
That's my fluffy, wuffy pants in a nutshell. Aren't you glad I added the supplemental section?
8 comments:
Scott's wicked cool :)
The questions didn't give us much info at all. I'm so glad you added the supplemental section. :)
Ditto to Ann.
Good Reading! So we need to see some pictures of your ruggedly handsome recluse ;) Just hide all of the forks first so he doesn't poke his eyeballs out :) HA!
Ok, I see a picture now, It didn't show up earlier for some reason. I think you guys look alike - in the eyes especially. I enjoyed reading the entire story - It was destiny!
Wow, you're a lucky gal Alice! He sounds like quite a catch.
If I had a guy like that, I would probably work really hard in school to graduate with honors to show him my appreciation.
Also, I second Amy's comment.
Could you elaborate further on his ruggedly handsomeness?
I really love this post. Scottie-pottie is one of the most mysterious people I have ever known. Or not known. Whatever.
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