I took a little Blogcation for awhile...(did you notice?) We had a fun Thanksgiving down in Payson with my family (it has been just tooooo much effort to get my memory card out of my camera and upload the pictures - thus the continued non-blogging. But I am working on that TODAY. At this VERY MOMENT.)
But anyway, in the mean time, whilst we wait for my wonderful pictures to upload, I decided to copy a fellow blogger friend's post (well, not really COPY, but steal the idea) of answering questions about her husband!
What's your husband's name? Matthew Ferrin Lovell
How long have you guys been married? It will be 2 years on December 22nd! (Happy almost Anniversary sweetie!)
How long did you date? We met the first of March 2006....calculating....9 months! (yes, I actually went through each month and counted on my fingers to figure it out.)
How old is he? He just turned 36 on Halloween
Who eats more sweets? Um, that would probably (definitely) be me. I am a sweetaholic. He can out eat me with Reece's peanut butter cups and rice crispies though.
Who said "I love you" first? He did. I made sure of that. (I wanted to but I was stubborn. I ALWAYS say it first!)
Who is taller? Matt is. (How tall are you honey??)
I'm 5'6". I think He is 5'9".
Who is the better singer? He would say that I am... but can I just tell you that Matt has quite the voice? Yep. In fact, he sang "Lonely Day" for me on our second date. We were sitting in his truck in front of my house after our date (it was probably midnight and the poor guy still had to drive 2 1/2 hours back to Logan that night) and this song came on. He turned it up and just belted it out. I was BLOWN AWAY. Seriously, it was one of the reasons I fell in love with him.
Who does the laundry? I do. Matt would do it if he had time to. But I've seen how he does laundry (Bachelor style: it all goes in the same batch - undies, socks, jeans, towels, shirts...) and I'm a leeettle more picky about colds, warms, whites. You know?? I like white things to stay white and not turn...gray.
Who pays the bills? Matt does the bills I do all the rest.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Matt does. Unless we are at my parents house, then he lets me sleep on the right next to the light so that I don't konk my head or stub my toe when I have to get up with Shelby.
Who mows the lawn? When Christopher isn't available, Matt does. It takes 2 hours. Big lot = lots of grass.
Who cooks dinner? I do. Matt grills the meat and will cook the crepes (rolo's) if I mix up a batch.
Who drives? It depends. If we are in the truck, Matt does. If we are hauling the camper, trailer or jet skis, Matt does. If we are hauling kids in the Durango, I do. Matt loves to drive and I prefer to be the passenger.
Who's the first to admit they are wrong? I don't understand the question?? We're both perfect and thus are never wrong.
Just kidding (stop rolling your eyes). Neither one of us has too much of a problem admitting if we are wrong. We aren't big disagree-ers though.
Who kissed who first? I kissed him.
We had been dating about a month and were watching King Kong one night, sitting kinda close (*WARNING* ICKY ROMANTICAL STUFF AHEAD!!) and looking at each other... longingly. I knew that at any moment, he would reach over and kiss me.
I waited.
Patiently.
And. Nothing. Happened.
I couldn't take the suspense any more so I finally asked,
"Are you EVER going to kiss me?"
He looked shocked, surprised, nervous and said,
"NO!"
Wuh?
He stuttered his excuse,
"It's been a long time since I've kissed somebody!"
Okay then.
It's not that he didn't WANT to kiss me, just that he was a tiny bit scared to.
So I took matters into my own hands and kissed him.
Just for the record, he kissed me back.
A lot.
(*End Icky, Sappy Stuff*)
Who asked out who first? We were set up on a blind date by mutual friends. But, Matt asked for the second date (a few days later).
Who wears the pants? We share our clothes. (I have to wear a belt though and roll up the sleeves.)
