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Opposites Attract

Anyone who knows Aaron and I would say that we are pretty much as different as we can be in many areas. He is more on the quiet side, while I like to tell my business to anyone willing to listen. (Thus, the blog began...) He's very determined and hard-working, while I'm more on the lazy side and will do anything to sneak a nap in. The list could continue forever and you all are free to add your own thoughts in the comment section, but I thought I'd show you two pictures to demonstrate what I mean.

I went in to our bedroom the other night and discovered this on my side of the bed. Nope, the bed isn't made up, our decorative pillows are shoved under the bed, and I will guarantee that the dresser needs to be dusted, but notice the floor. Pretty empty, right?



But then I made the fatal error of looking on Aaron's side of the bed. And this is what I found:
The kicker here is that this is frequently what his side looks like. And those clothes on the bed and floor are sometimes clean. How does he know that? No idea, they look dirty to me. But he's got some kind of "system". Now, I would like to take a minute to give him credit for doing his own laundry. I feel that all men with at least one arm are capable of doing their own laundry, but do appreciate that he does his without a fight.

Which leads us to one last difference between us. Aaron feels that laundry should be sorted in to nice organized piles based on some technical mathematical formula and done in about 10 loads. Then some things are dried, some are laid flat, and some are hung up.

My laundry works like this:
  1. Take the entire laundry basket and dump in washer. Squish it in if it doesn't want to fit in one load.
  2. Move all to drier. If anything doesn't survive this process, it wasn't meant to be.

I thought I'd put a picture of us with the twins of our best friends, Mendy and Adam. They started out at 2 pounds each, so they have come a LONG ways. We were able to spend the evening with them last night and enjoyed it so much. They are such an incredible family and we are so very lucky to have them in our lives. Thanks for always being there for us!!!

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  1. Fun post! I love your furniture. The twins are adorable!

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  2. G is the quiet one and I'm like you! He can't seem to put anything in the hamper and he crumples up his towel after he showers instead of hanging it up which drives me nuts. His dishes are all over the place and I also think he is lazy, lol! I do the laundry because he washes clothes like you...yup, were as opposite as night and day but I LOVE THE GUY!

    The twins are adorable! Man, it makes we want one so freaking bad!

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  3. My side of the bed is like your husbands. I don't really have a system to figure out which clothes are clean and which aren't, but I can tell you which are which.

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  4. Hillarious pictures of the room. Adam's side of the bed looks very similar...and thanks for posting some pictures of our girls. They love their Aunt Amber and Uncle Moose. We loved seeing you all too. Lets do it again soon. We love you!

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  5. I do laundry like you, but I'll warn you my washer is making a very funny noise now!!! I'm the same way on dishs - if they can't survive the dish washer, I don't need to own them!

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  6. Now our washer only kicks on after you thump the top of it really hard and I can only assume that is because Amber puts ways to much stuff in it at once. All of her clothes aren't even under water most of the time. Amber also neglected to put a photo of her laundry basket which is always overflowing and all over the floor.
    Love,
    Aaron

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  7. It's so great to know that my Hubby's side of the bed isn't the only hubby side of the bed that looks like that! Must be a genetic male trait! :-)

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