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It struck me Sunday while we were at the beach how very different my husband and I are.
One of my stepsons picked up a Frieda Kahlo bag in Mexico for me a few years back and I just love it - I always pack beach stuff in it when we head to the shore - even got some compliments on it from strangers on the beach.
Last winter my husband was just thrilled at the NFL cooler he got from ESPN - I don't remember why he got it, some sort of football promotion - but it has a radio!!!, so he can listen to the Yankees on the beach.
How opposite we are! Me: art, literature, writing, painting. Him: sports, sports, sports.
How did we end up together? Does anyone else have a similar situation?
One of my stepsons picked up a Frieda Kahlo bag in Mexico for me a few years back and I just love it - I always pack beach stuff in it when we head to the shore - even got some compliments on it from strangers on the beach.
Last winter my husband was just thrilled at the NFL cooler he got from ESPN - I don't remember why he got it, some sort of football promotion - but it has a radio!!!, so he can listen to the Yankees on the beach.
How opposite we are! Me: art, literature, writing, painting. Him: sports, sports, sports.
How did we end up together? Does anyone else have a similar situation?