And now, rather than a post about me, we’ll do a survey (that I stole from Perpstu) with Eddie as the subject.

• What is his name? Edward Neal John Lamborghini Countache McBride
• Who eats more? Definitely him
• Who said I love you first? I’m pretty sure it was me.
• Who is taller? He’s got about a foot over me
• Who drives most when you are together? He does. I try not to freak out too much.
• Who’s more sensitive? Depends on the situation.
• Who does the laundry? He does.
• Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do, because it’s against the wall and I like it there. When he first moved down we slept on the opposite sides and weren’t comfy at all so we switched. We once tried to switch sides again for some reason, and it just didn’t work.
• Who pays the bills? I do. I tend to manage the money better.
• Who cooks more? He cooks more than I do, but I bake more, and I’m in charge of making pancakes on pancake-egg-bacon night.
• Who is more stubborn? That could be a tie. I’m sure he could be just as stubborn as I am if he didn’t give in just to please me.
• Who is the first to admit they are wrong? He is, please see above for reasons….
• Who has more siblings? I do, since he’s an only child.
• Who wears the pants? My mother.
• What do you like to do together? Movies, WoW, snuggling on the couch, eating out.
• Who eats more sweets? I do. He doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth.
• Guilty pleasures? Cheesy movies.
• How did you meet? I saw his picture on Livejournal in the comments of a post made by a mutual friend. I thought he was hot, so I friended him.
• Who asked whom out first? since we met online, we never asked each other on a date. I told him how I felt about him first though.
• Who kissed first? I’m pretty sure that was me.
• Who proposed? He did, 3 times actually. Once over AIM, once by phone, and once in person while watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
• His best features and qualities? I find him incredibly cute, hot, funny, sexy, geeky, dorky, handsome, and sensitive all in one big package. He’s got the type of sense of humor that made him fit right in with my family, and he deals with my insanity when he has to.

It’s Friday, and thus begins my vacation. I’m thrilled. I also got my annual review done, and I’m a lifesaver according to my boss. I’m wonderful.

I’ve also got an announcement of sorts to make. Today marks a fantastic anniversary for me: today is the 7th anniversary of having sex with Eddie for the first time. That means that as of today I have been fucking the same guy for 7 whole years. We’re talking actual sex, too, not that stuff that involves the phone or instant messenger.

This weekend we’ll be hitting a yard sale up the road, then going to the antique store, and then maybe to get some chicken wings from the local Chinese restaurant. Tonight we’re going to the movies to see Ironman with a couple of WoW guildies.

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Listening to: Angels and Airwaves - Secret Crowds

I was having the strangest dreams this morning. The only one that I can really remember involved a frat house on our street and the guys from it causing trouble with our house, hanging out in the yard, and annoying the landlord. In the same dream, we awoke to find a big “FOR RENT” sign on our front door, advertising that our apartment would be vacant in 2 weeks, and yet no one had told us we needed to move out. It was all very strange.

When I went to pick up Eddie at work yesterday, he wasn’t in his normal department, and I was told he was in a meeting in the office. Naturally I start thinking of all these horrible scenarios where he’s been fired, and we’re going to be completely screwed, but he came out and told me he still had a job but that we needed to discuss things. He was offered a chance to move to a different department within the store, one that doesn’t involve any customer interaction. While this is what he’s always wanted, the downside is that the hours are from 5am-2pm, meaning that our 1-car household would be getting up and on the road at about 4:30am every morning (or at least 3 days a week, so long as my hours don’t change anytime soon). On the plus side, two days out of the week I wouldn’t need to get up with him, and on the days that I do, I can go back to sleep when I get home. I told him I’d think about it and let him know tonight. So we went home and had dirty sex in the middle of the afternoon while there were people right outside the bedroom window. And later, we went to Boston Market last night so he could have his Canadian Thanksgiving Day turkey dinner. It was actually pretty good, and I’m completely in love with their cheesey au gratin potatos.

I’ve started my year-end crochet marathon. With any luck, a few lucky relatives will be getting some afghans for Christmas. I also picked up a hairpin lace loom over the weekend, and have some grand ideas on projects to make with it, like lacey afghans and maybe even a jacket.

And now, to preserve this for posterity, I present to you the geekiest conversation a couple can have during dinner:

Eddie [doing a Jedi mind trick hand gesture]: You will order the veggie pizza.
Me: No.
Eddie [more hand gestures]: You will like the veggies.
Me: Your Jedi mind tricks only work on the weak minded.
Eddie [again with the hand gestures]: You love the veggie pizza.
Me: Knock it off before I encase you in carbonite.
Eddie: I knew there was a reason I married you.

Total nerds we are.

It was a very slow Sunday at the store. I was there for 6 hours, and we filled about 10 scripts an hour. I’m not particularly fond of the floater RPh who was int here today, since he gave off a decidedly creepy vibe in my opinion, and while I tend to ignore a lot of first impressions of people and get to know them before making snap judgements, that’s one vibe I listen to. He spent the majority of the time playing with his Blackberry and reading the paper, leaving me to do my own thing, and pretty mucheverything else, like counting the narcotics (something I’m really probably not supposed to be doing).

Yesterday we spent an assload of cash and did the laundry. Then we grabbed lunch, came home and checked the movie listings, and headed off to Lincoln to catch a matiness showing of X-Men, which we both loved. Then we came home, made some dinner, and watched some very bad porn. The highlight of the porn was the wonderful Czech acrtress who, rather than the constant stream of cries of “Oh yes! OH YES!” that all the other actresses seemed to have, she was making these noises as though she were starving and that man’s junk was an all-you-can-eat buffet that she could consume orally or vaginally. Great. Shortly thereafter Eddie and I were doing naughty things on the loveseat.

Tomorrow I’m working afternoon shift, giving me the entire day to do nothing at all.

Attn: All Gamer Nerds

After giving your wife/girlfriend/whatever some awesome oral sex - the likes of which she hasn’t had in a while - and bringing her to a mindblowing climax, the polite thing to if you want her to return the favor is to simply ask for it, not roll over and exclaim in your best Mortal Kombat voice, “FINISH HIM!”