Sounds ridiculous I know, to take 11 months to get comfortable in anything, but that's what it's taken me to get used to having Mike as my life-long sidekick.
Which is totally awesome by the way.
Eleven months and I never mess up my last name anymore - not even when signing my name. And bonus, I answer to "Mrs." - though it still makes me feel frumpy and old.
Eleven months and I don't kick Mike in the side at night and hog all the covers because I'm not used to sharing my bed.
Eleven months and I've finally started automatically remembering to buy Mt. Olive banana peppers and to stop buying cheddar Pringles (I thought he liked them, okay?)
Eleven months and I know to shut the bathroom door after I take a shower because it drips and the noise drives Mike bananas.
Eleven months and I don't accidentally leave a friend's house without Mike (sorry honey!) because I'm not used to going home with him.
Eleven months and I've finally gotten used to the taste of 1 percent milk (but I still don't like it.)
Yep, 11 months in and I'm finally nailing it - at least when it comes to living with my man.
Well, until tomorrow. And then I'll learn something new about the guy and my stride will be all janky again.
Ahhh, well.
What an adorable post! I remember those days. I love the part about leaving him behind. Ha!
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