FlyingDumbo
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This is lighthearted, love my husband but a few bones if contention:
My husband, He likes miracle whip, I can only use Hellman's mayo. He ruins egg salad, tuna, chicken salad with that miracle whip. Ewwwww. Inedible.
The snooze button, I'd like to smash it with a hammer. He will hit hat button a million times without really waking up. I hear it once and I am WIDE awake.
Thermostat issues! I'm always cold, he is like a furnace. Finally, while pregnant, I learned what hot feels like and we could agree on temperature. It's a constant battle.
So fess up, what about you?
My husband, He likes miracle whip, I can only use Hellman's mayo. He ruins egg salad, tuna, chicken salad with that miracle whip. Ewwwww. Inedible.
The snooze button, I'd like to smash it with a hammer. He will hit hat button a million times without really waking up. I hear it once and I am WIDE awake.

Thermostat issues! I'm always cold, he is like a furnace. Finally, while pregnant, I learned what hot feels like and we could agree on temperature. It's a constant battle.
So fess up, what about you?



I almost dumped DH when he told me! Thankfully he doesn't watch baseball anymore and doesn't care about scores. He made up for it by hating the 49ers and rooting for the Raiders. 
Followed closely by the Cardinals (who aren't good at all)...
Toast, waffles, pancakes, tortillas, muffins etc. After 25 years he just cannot seem to get it through his thick skull that just because he likes it that way, does not mean the rest of us do. He and the smoke detectors are practically intimate with each other. 

