I can’t use the same toothbrush as my husband. I don’t care what else he and I do with regards to sharing germs, my toothbrush is OFF LIMITS!! Some things are sacred.
My 36 year old husband has to have Froot Loops for breakfast every day. I am a compulsive hand washer (there are worse things to be, especially during cold season!). He, being male, is incapable of putting clothes in the hamper. I constantly find socks balled up on the floor 2 inches in front of the hamper. He’s obsessed with his car - a Geo Metro. He has it all done up in this Mighty Mouse theme, complete with a MM dash cover that he embroidered at work. He is very secure in his masculinity.
Thought of a couple more. My husband is a Coke™ addict. There are dozens of coke bottles around our apartment. All coke must be in 591 ml bottles. No bigger. I’ve been told that if the bottle is bigger (1 or 2 litres), it loses it’s carbonation. That would make more sense to me if it stayed in the house any amount of time, but he easily drinks that much a day anyway. And, not only does he leave a little bit in every bottle, he pretends he’s going to drink it again later. He puts them in the fridge, and still starts a new one.
I have plenty of weirdness as well, of course. My Outlook sent and deleted folders cannot have any messages in them. I get rid of everything immediately. It drives me crazy.
I would hazard a guess that it’s a funny thing she learned from her mama.
Is her speech, by any chance, accompanied by manual animation, and does she share this amusing peculiarity with her papa? 'Cuz that would totally cinch it.
My husband has Frosted Flakes every day. Every single day. After five years together, just this summer he tried a couple of different cereals. He didn’t like them. He is also very secure in his masculinity. He doesn’t embroider, but it wouldn’t surprise me too much if he took it up.
Barracuda has been threatening to out me about this, so I will jump before she can push me and out myself.
When she asks me if I am hungry, I look at my watch.
And just what is so damned funny about that? How can I tell if I am hungry unless I know how long it has been since I ate? I don’t see anything weird about this at all. She will be sorry when I tell all about her…hmmm… nothing strange comes to mind right now, but there is something that she does, or says, or…mmm…this is going to take a bit more thought.
Mr. Levins is obsessed with Diet Coke. (As am I, albeit to a lesser degree.) He will drink 1-2 64 oz fountain cups of it per day.
Okay. That’s not particularly bizarre, if a bit excessive.
But we also have canned Diet Coke in the fridge, and he will grab one from the fridge, take it to wherever he’s going (TV, computer, garage, etc.) and never open it. Just leave it there, unopened, warmer by the second, til I find it hours/days later and put it back in the fridge.
It’s as if the presence of this pristine, unopened Diet Coke comforts him in some way. (That’s what I tell him, anyway, when I find them and laugh my ass off at the absurdity.)
He basically leaves a trail of unopened Diet Coke cans all over the house.
He has it all done up in this Mighty Mouse theme, complete with a MM dash cover that he embroidered at work. He is very secure in his masculinity. 