There are ways in which my husband and I are complete opposites. Okay, so we laugh at the same sorts of movies. And inane call-in shows cause both of us to be morbidly fascinated but yet so angry we flee the room, only to return to hear what the next crazy is going to say. (Dude. CBC had a call-in show attempting to dispel census conspiracy theories. One guy made a connection between the government collecting our personal information and government putting flouride in the water. The Census director paused, said "I don't know what you're talking about," and they quickly went to the next caller.) But there are ways in which we are complete opposites. I'm perpetually cold, while he used to sleep with the window open during -40 weather. I'm tired and lazy while he's energetic and industrious.
Last night, I drank too much Pepsi at supper and was buzzing about all evening. I was bouncing all over the place, while Chris was dozing off on the couch. Tonight? We've switched places. I changed into my pyjamas in the middle of our third Wes Anderson movie. (Around 9:00.) Meanwhile, as a result of sleeping in this morning and spending seven hours watching movies today, Chris has been wiggling about with nervous energy. I leave the room, and the next thing I know he's standing on the arm of the couch. I just looked up, and and Chris was standing there in his ugly red gym shorts (he only wears them inside the house), standing on his tip-toes, with his hair all standing on end, trying to make his shirt sleeves tuck into his shirt, so that his shirt would look sleeveless. That's when I started to reach for the digital camera. (He got away too quickly.)
He's been hiding in the office ever since.
Marriage is fun. It's also very fun to introduce Chris to Wes Anderson movies. He'd only ever seen The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (which he loved), and so we rented the other three. It's fun to watch funny movies with him, because he has the loudest laugh I've ever encountered. And he laughs often.
I'm tired now. I'm going to sleep. I think my husband's plotting world domination, in the office.
7 comments:
LOL.
Opposites. More like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. Funny shaped. Odd corners. But a nice snug fit.
The picture they make is often pretty good too. *smile*
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I bet Chris totally loved Bottle Rocket. That's such a great movie.
Ca-CAAH Ca-CAAH.
If you haven't seen that movie you're gonna think I'm totally nuts.
Meh.
We watched Bottle Rocket. And you and I watched it together. We've been going around saying "Ca-CAAAH Ca-CAAAH" a lot.
I love Chris. I love his laugh. You are a lucky girl.
However, I hate Wes Anderson.
Marriage is such a wonderful and perpetually whacked-out thing. Never lose sight of how crazy it should be -- that's really the whole point, I think.
I entirely agree. (And welcome, Dr. T!)
Chris is a good boy. Who would plot world domination in your household, if not for him? Oh, and by the by, I'm headed back to Canada tomorrow!
On the actual subject of your post, I think sometimes opposites do attract, but not always in a way that work. The hard thing is distinguishing between opposites who complement the other, and that grate upon each other. Alas, this is a skill I have not yet acquired.
There is no census-related conspiracy. The aliens aren't involved, either. Please continue with your normal activities.
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