I sometimes wonder how the farmer and I were attracted to each other. We really are quite the opposites in many ways. I am a rusher, jump in and doer and he is a think about it and wait around for however long. We think opposite about all kinds of things like color. I mean color of paint for walls, furniture, you name it. So my point is when there is something that needs to be done if it isn't his idea it isn't right. Never mind that I am right...ha ha!
So what made me exasperated was an excel spreadsheet for our budget. He told me what he wanted to see on the spreadsheet, I wrote the formula and then he blasted it down one more time. So I gave it to him and told him to write it and he wrote the same thing only in a different order. I give up. GRRRR!
So I guess even with all the frustration I still wouldn't want to wake up each day and be married to myself. So opposites are good, right?
NOTE: Except for when he invites his brother and wife to Valentines dinner with us. I like them, but how romantic is that?
Rant over and out.