I love Michael. Michael loves sleeping.

Michael has a serious love for sleeping ... When he sees people get into bed on TV he'll sigh or moan like "That looks SOOO good." And when he first gets into bed each night he thrashes about under the cool sheets loving every minute of it. He never looks happier than when he flops down on his stomach and buries his face in those pillows.

Although Michael does LOVE sleeping, he is also a morning person which is a contrast to my being a night owl. Most nights we try to go to bed at the same time so that we can both be rested and get up to go to the gym together, but some nights when Michael begs at 8:45pm "Can we please go to bed?" I just can't bring myself to do it!

This contrast in circadium rythym is one of the things to adjust to now that we're living under the same roof, but it isn't bad for either one of us in the name of balance. He keeps me from staying up till midnight on weekdays just piddling around the house and I keep him awake past 9pm when it's time to do something fun on the weekends which is good because........ well, because he's only 27 and going to bed at 9 every night is just unnecessary!

This weekend on Saturday we took our time in the morning, looked at some pictures online and watched a few YouTube videos of a doberman and chihuahua... When it was finally time to get going Michael lay face down on his pillow and said, "Sometimes I just wish I could get sick so I could stay in bed all day."

At least this love triangle is one I don't mind!

Cell Phone in a Man Hole

Last Saturday night we got back to our apartment after having dinner with Stephen and Brianne (shout out guys!) to find one of our 'usual' parking spots still open on the end of a row. Michael opened his door first and as I watched him turn to get out of the car I heard the familiar noise of a cell phone hitting the pavement. This was followed by the unfortunate 'plop' that made Michael say "Are you kidding me?!" and made me want to laugh like I sometimes do when it is totally inappropriate.

You see, there is a drainage ditch there on one side of that parking space and EVERY time I get in or out on the side of the car where the drainage ditch is I think "it sure is a wonder I haven't droped anything down there yet" (since as some of you know, I am the one that flushed an entire set of keys down a movie theater toilet).

Anyway, I held in my laughter wondering if I could lighten the mood by saying "Well, I guess you'll be getting that iPhone you really wanted..." while Michael walked over and tried to pry the cover off the man hole. We ended up having to get some tools from inside and sure enough Michael got the lid off. Looking down into the hole, the cell phone was sitting on top of some firm mud (not submerged in water, HOORAY), but was out of arms reach. As I wondered how we could hook that cell phone with a coat hanger Michael began taking off his jacket and shirts so he could climb down in the hole.

Long story short, Michael dropped down into the man hole, explored a bit with his flashlight (might as well, while you're down there), rescued his phone, and lived happily ever after.

We figured it was as good a photo op as any!

"That's what husbands do..."

On occasion in conversation Michael will throw out movie quotes or song lyrics in places that just don't quite fit - that is what makes them funny of course! And now, since we've just started getting into the show LOST on DVD (we started from the beginning) it makes sense that Michael has recently stolen a line from Jin "That's what husbands do..."

Although occasionally true-to-form Michael uses it in really odd places - like if I were to say "Man, you got really sweaty at the gym" he might say "That's what husbands do" - he also uses it when he's doing sweet things for me. As I say "thank you" for taking out the trash "that's just what husbands do". And as he does the dishes after dinner, folds clothes or rolls out of bed turn the heater up he's just 'doing what husbands do'.

Last week I felt sick on Thursday, but had to go to work because things are so busy these days. When I got home late that night tired and ready to crash on the couch, I came home to a sparkling clean kitchen, flowers on the table, and vacuum lines in the carpet. Perhaps this is "just what husbands do," but I suspect different and that I am a very blessed wife.

A Dash of OCD

So you have to know a few things before you can appreciate the primary subject of this post.


The first thing you should know, is that several of my family members are 'officially' diagnosed with mild Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). The second thing you should know, is that in nearly any circumstance when trying to figure out why another one of us did something it is safe to say "That's because of your/my/our OCD" - and it's sort of become an ongoing joke that pretty much everything can be traced back to OCD.


All these things said, when I was standing by Michael in the bathroom the other morning you can imagine how impossible it was for me not to give a diagnosis when faced with THIS: a silverware drawer organizer in his bathroom drawer neatly holding his toiletries.





























All in good fun, even though the letters "O" and "C" and "D" might have come out of my mouth that morning I guess you know what they say, "first take the plank out of your own eye..." Perhaps I have a way to go before anyone gets a good OCD diagnosis from me.