SockTart

Okay….now some folks may have been reading my blog and thinking that The Other Half, the Man of My Dreams, my Honey, Sweetie and Snugglebunny is a harsh taskmaster to a free-thinking individual.

Only kinda-sorta.  You see, this is part of the reason why I love him so much.  He’s able to pull my head down from the clouds when it starts to drift.  He’s able to curb most of my impulsiveness.  He understands the value of saving for a rainy day, and knows when it’s pouring (even on a bright and sunny day).  He realizes that there are times when he needs to leave me alone to knit, and when I need to be dragged off to a Warcrack raid with 8 or 9 other people (hijinks and merriment ensue).  He knows when I need a glass of wine, and when I’ve had enough.  In short…he’s the perfect mature foil for me when I’m an immature flake.

Now…when you come to realize that there are times when we switch roles and I’m the stern Voice of Reason…the one who gets to veto 7 Impossible Things Per Day…then you’ll understand why we haven’t had children yet.  (why yes, we are an Aquarian and a Gemini…)