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Yesterday Josh The Pilot and I found ourselves--as we often are--requested to remove six matches from a box, place them on a table, and await further instructions. While we sat, I glanced up at my unruly pile of matches, then looked over at his seat, where six matchsticks sat in an eldest-child perfectly aligned row, an even red splash marching across the white tablecloth.

Marriages are built on far less.

takes two at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com

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I love you and your unruly matches!

May 1, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJosh The Pilot

We do the same with dirty dishes that you do with the matches. He likes to make perfectly aligned dish stacks on the counter, while I just shove mine wherever there's kinda almost room.

Wish he was equally as anal about making sure his clothes get into the hamper when he's done with them...

May 1, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterj.s.

Tell yourself that, as a right-brain person, you prefer to arrange things in a FRACTAL order.

Just like God does.

Hey, it works for me! :-)

May 1, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie

We are Files and Piles - guess which one is me???

May 1, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterKris

Ha! My marriage is that way too. We like to think that we perfectly complement each other: Mark does the math, I do the spelling. I keep him from getting too stuffy, he keeps me from going crazy (literally - he makes sure I take my "happy" pills). And yes, he is the oldest of 3, I am the youngest of 8...

May 1, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAnne From Iowa

Huh? What's up with the matches and who is wanting you to put them on the table and await further instructions? I think I've spent my entire married life with our matches shoved up in the cabinet over the stove, peacefully awaiting the 4th of July or some other such match-necessary occasion. Is this a nephew thing, or is there some evil match hoarding plot afoot?

May 7, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAdrian

It was a hideous icebreaker game at a banquet.

May 7, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMB
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