My apologies to Melody, who tagged me weeks ago, and I'm finally responding. I'll make it quick because after this I'm going to start my '07 Christmas cards.
How did you meet your spouse? I went to his apartment begging for aluminum cans. (Not kidding...My roommates and I were in the throws of a semester-long art/apartment beautification project we creatively referred to as "the can wall.")
Where did you go on your first date? To dinner and a play with Jared and Connie
Mecham. The play was a good move on his part. He appeared to be cultured even though he tried to impress me in the car by flawlessly singing "The Devil Went Down to Georgia."
How long have you been together? 10 years, married 9
Who eats more? Sweets, me...Meats, him.
Who said I love you first? P-Dog
Who is taller? Obviously him. But he sometimes has me stand on a step then says, "Would you have fallen in love with me if I was this tall?" The answer is yes, of course, but he does look fantastically silly when taken off his pedestal.
Who sings better? Me, but Paris has major potential.
Who is smarter? Unimportant geeky stuff, me. Recall and practical stuff, HIM!
Who does the laundry? Me.
Who does the dishes? I usually do, but he does the silverware. (I abhor the silverware!)
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Depends. This has been a bone of contention at times, most notably when I'm pregnant. Paris sleeps closest to the door. Always. He says it's to protect me if someone comes in, but I've noticed he's always coincidentally closer to the bathroom. (An [really] inconvenient truth.)
Who pays the bills? Online
BillPay. But he makes that happen, bless his heart.
Who mows the lawn? Wyatt
Who cooks dinner? I'm exercising my Constitutional right to remain silent.
Who drives when you are together? Paris
Who is more stubborn? We're both perfect angels. :)
Who is the first to admit when they’re wrong? Me, but he always means it when he says it.
Who kissed who first? Simultaneous
Who proposed? He did, outdoors, on December 26
th after spilling a huge glass of ice water on me. I happily agreed through chattering teeth.
Who is more sensitive? We're both pretty logical. I hear he was super sensitive growing up, so I'd say him.
Who has more friends? Me, especially if we include
BlogBuds.
Who has more siblings? You'd think this would be pretty straightforward, but Southerners make things so complicated - Technically he does; Biologically, I do; Spiritually, we all do.
Who wears the pants? He lets me think I do, but I'm pretty sure he does. Clever.
Now I tag Julie K, Mary from book club, and Cindy V
(I like putting the first letter of last names because then it looks like I have multitudes of friends named Julie or Cindy. Who's clever now?!)
Yesterday I found the selection especially adorable:
I don't know how old Ryan was when this one was taken, but you're never too young to appreciate reptiles, I suppose.
Of course, Ryan's quickly learning that where much is given, much is required. At the library, for instance, Wyatt thinks she makes an excellent cart for his books and DVD's. And when we pick Atticus up from school guess who carries his papers, sweatshirt, Transformer-of-the-day, etc to the car? 
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First, I was shocked when I ran across this VHS tape at the library. Travis is our generation's contribution to the Leber family line of "Hoofers." My grandfather, Ardy, reportedly waited out the depression in San Fransisco ruining his parents' hard wood floor, tapping endlessly in boots with nails driven into the toes and heels. Ardy never made Vaudeville. Travis, however, made him proud when he tapped to win a big talent contest in Clovis. No pressure, Schroeder.
