Mr. MPB and I dated for about 10 years before we got married, and lived together for basically our entire relationship as we met living in university/college residence. So, when we got married, I fully knew what I was getting into. In fact, when we decided to get married, we made the agreement that if either one of us expected anything to change because of a wedding and a ring, then we probably shouldn’t get married. Clearly, both of us knew well enough that formalizing our relationship wasn’t going to change our relationship.  And, I can assure you, nothing in our relationship changed when we got married, other then I get to wear a pretty ring when my finger can tolerate the white gold.

I love my husband. Really, I do. But, here’s the thing, Mr. MPB is an odd duck. Here’s just a few reasons why I’m convinced my husband is a bit weird:

• He hand carves spoons. We have a large jar holding all his spoons sitting on display in our living room.  There are 26 spoons in the jar (I just counted). Why spoons, you ask? I have no idea because every time I ask that question he just shrugs his shoulders and continues carving and adding to the collection.  I should mention, this spoon collection appear to be spoons we look at only, as we do not use them for eating.  The odd time Mr. MPB does give one to Little MPB to play with.  And, I am often asked how they look upon completion, so I have created an arbitrary hand carved wooden spoon rating system.
• He only puts away his clothing after I (sometimes we) fold the clean laundry. Between washes, he just leaves his clothing on the floor – clean clothing in one spot, dirty clothing in another. I have no idea why it is so hard to put his dirty clothing in the hamper, considering he puts it on the ground, about 1 or 2 feet away from the hamper. So, almost daily I pick up his dirty clothing and put it in the hamper for him. As for leaving clean clothing on the floor, years ago I decided if you cannot beat him, then join him. So, basically our bedroom is a mess 90% of the time. Also, I find inside-out socks everywhere in our house. It’s like when he randomly decides he doesn’t want to wear socks anymore, he just takes them off where he is. I’m working on training him to throw them down the stairs towards the laundry room. Which of course now means we have a pile of socks at the bottom of our stairs. But, I guess that’s better then on my living room coffee table?
• Mr. MPB only recently started eating tomatoes.  You see, until he grew them in his own garden, he didn’t like them.  But once he was able to grow them himself, he began to like them.  However, even then, he will only eat roma tomatoes (although he always grows me some cherry tomatoes, since they are my favorite).  After a few years of growing his own tomatoes I can actually buy them at a store, but again, they must be roma tomatoes.
• Speaking of foods…Mr. MPB does not eat peanut butter.  He’s not allergic to it, he just thinks it is disgusting.  In fact, for years he wouldn’t even come near me if I had eaten peanut butter.  Then, we got a dog who had the most sensitive tummy in the world, but could manage to eat peanut butter like there was no tomorrow.  So he’d actually go near it in order to give some to the dog.  And then, we had a kid, who loves peanut butter – again, Mr. MPB will happily give it to the kid.  But, me and peanut butter?  Still not an option.
• Mr. MPB hates mowing the lawn so somehow over the years that has become my job.  Basically, I do the lawn care around our house – mowing and weed-whacking.  Which I actually enjoy, because it’s time outside in the sunshine.  Except eventually my grass allergy gets the best of me and mowing the lawn becomes a sneezy-snotty annoyance.  But even then, I’ll be outside mowing the lawn, because someone has to do it.

But I must say, even though he’s an odd duck, I’m glad he’s my odd duck.

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