People are always asking me what it is between Brian and me that works so well. It's hard to say, really. On the surface, we laugh well together - we both share a Beavis-y, toilet-brand sophomoric sense of humor and giggle at words like "Pianist."
We love Skyewalking, looking at bugs, taking out the trash, burning backyard brush, driving to see my family - doing pretty much anything together is fun-time for us. We can find a way to have fun scraping mineral deposits off the inside of toilet bowls, as long as we're doing it together
Brian: (stab, stab with the toilet brush) What IS that?
Me: (grabbing toilet brush - poke, poke) I'm not sure. Is it dead? Was it ever alive?
Brian: (grabbing toilet brush - nudge, nudge) I don't know. It's not breathing or moving.
Skye: (poking head in toilet) LICK LICK
Both Brian and Heather: EWWWWW!!!! That was TOTALLY SICK! Hahahahahahahaha!
And yet on other levels we are complete bi-polar opposites:
He is a free spirit, living for the moment.
I am an obsessive-compulsive list-making organizational junkie.
He considers today.
I consider tomorrow.
I ponder "Oh no! what if this were to happen . . . "
He ponders after it's over, has narrowly escaped and thinks "Whew! That was CLOSE!"
In the Yin and Yang of this world, he is strawberries and cream, and I am the letter "Q."
But on another level, after wading through the muck and mire and all the crap that just doesn't matter, we found something that makes the cog turn effortlessly - like waves in the ocean - in spite of all the nagging little idiosyncracities that bugger the toes off each other.