Have I mentioned that Iggy and I have like, zero things in common?
The little we do have in common is stuff that is soul binding when you are 16 (music and t.v), not so much important when you are in your mid twenties with kids.
Basically we just love each other even if we don't fully get each other. He'll never see the appeal in blogging or photography or reading for pleasure and I'll never understand watching the same movie 50 times, baseball, or the appeal in buying a 1990 mustang (REALLY. He's excited about this).
We never really fight, we just bicker and I can honestly say we've never gone to bed angry.
Today we were at it all morning because of the old mustang he really wants, but he still took me to the bistro/grill I love for lunch with the kidlets.
P.S let it be noted that I gave Anna-boo-nanna feta cheese off my salad after she ate up all of Iggy's because I LOVE her.
I was still a little upset about the mustang (hours later) so when we were in the drive-thru lane at Starbucks and we were joking around and laughing I asked him if he thought it was awesome or annoying that we get along so well even when we hate each other.
Him: "HATE?! I didn't know we still hated each other! I took you to your snooty food place and took care of Anna so you could eat in peace! And we're in this stupid drive-thru every day!! We're friends!"
Me:"hmm... kay. Frenz".
see that tattoo on his ring finger? It's my name. Classy right?