I'm the mess in this relationship...

First of all, I need to send out a HUGE thank you to all of you in blogland. The love and support on my post yesterday was seriously overwhelming, and just warmed my little heart. The friendships that have come out of this blog were something I never expected, but am oh so thankful for!

Today, I want to discuss a few difference between my husband and I. I don't know if this is all men and women, or just us. But basically, I'm the hot mess in this relationship.

1. My phone dies on a regular basis. Or at least, gives me the warning of 20% battery....and then 10% battery. And occasionally I manage to plug it in on time. But more often than not, this happens.

Oh heyyy Happy Hour Hangout originals

Yep, that is probably around 5% battery...which is also why my phone died like 5 minutes after this because I was trying to do a Google Hangout on zero battery. Cool Margaret.

Doug on the other hand? Charges his phone all day. And if he picks up my phone when it looks like the above- he gives me major shit about it. My bad.

2. The gas tank. I will push that as far as possible before getting gas. Because getting gas sucks. And I hate spending money on that. Though, if the rumors are correct about gas prices dropping to their lowest point in three years, I will be a lot happier.

Yep...it's down on the red line. And pretty sure I waited until the following day to get gas. Doug on the other hand never let's his car get below a quarter tank. That's at least another 3 days of driving!!

3. I'm a damn mess in my car. I cleaned it last week for the first time in probably 2 years. Like really deep cleaned; dug out all the empty water bottles from under the seats; threw away the receipts from last year. And it was kind of disgusting how messy it was.

Before mess of the car; the amount of crap I threw away

Doug's car is always SPOTLESS. Occasionally, I leave an empty bottle in there just to eff with his qi (that doesn't look right...but I googled it. And chi is incorrect). I basically live in my car and throw whatever random pair of shoes or sweater in the back seat regularly. There was a newspaper in there from over a year ago. I don't even read the newspaper!!