My husband is a metrosexual. Not that I just discovered this, I realized it almost 3 months after we started dating. But this afternoon as I lay up here in my cozy bed I heard the electric mixer going downstairs. Half hour later the heavenly smell of chocolate floated up the stairs under the door to my nose. Mmmmm. Even with the nauseous, achiness and just lousy all over feeling the smell of chocolate will get me anywhere, so I went down to the kitchen and there was my husband taking two muffin trays out of the oven. One a regular size tray and one a mini tray for Samantha. The muffins were perfect. All the same color, same size and no muffin batter all over the tins. Very unlike my muffins which are never the same size and there is always muffin batter all over. It was so like Joe. Perfection. It might've drove me crazy but at that point when I saw them I just had to laugh. Sometimes I joke around and I call him "Martha" after Martha Stewart. He hates it but come on now he cooks better than me, his closet is bigger, organized and filled with designer clothes, it usually takes him longer to get ready when we go out, he loves to shop, etc etc etc. The list goes on. I suppose I could teach him a thing or two. I drive stick better than him, I can put hook up most electronic gadgets, I've caught more fish than him lately when we've gone, I can name a tune in no less than 5 seconds and I've taught him that it's okay to be messy once in awhile, although he may not love it. I guess opposites attract after all.
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My hubby is very handy but also a TOTAL metrosexual. He spends way more time on his hair than me and is a better cook and decorator!
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