Ready Or Not? Here He Comes

Mr. B is the kind of guy who jumps off a cliff without looking or thinking. Then there is me, climbing down the cliff with a rope and a parachute (just in case) as well as a rope and parachute for him.

He drives around on E as long as he can because E doesn't mean his gas tank is almost empty it means "there's enough". Lucky for him there has only been one time that E wasn't enough while we were together.

We were on an expressway all dressed up headed to a wedding. Oh yeah, and it was snowing. I did not accompany him on the half mile walk to the gas station.

I very rarely get below a quarter tank.

He wears his shoes until there are holes in the bottom and sides; the last pair the sole separated and he was flapping around for at least 2 weeks. No comparison here since I'm a woman and women+shoes = enough pairs to never have to wear the same pair twice.

When we met he wouldn't pay his bills until he got turn off notices. I pay bills the day they arrive.

He waits until he finishes things and then replaces them; I always have back-ups.

For last year's vacation we went to the Caribbean in the spring. I started shopping in the winter the day after the trip was booked. I asked him many times if he needed shorts or a bathing suit. Sixty hours before our plane left he begged me to go shopping with him a half hour before the mall closed. He grabbed a few things and headed for the register. I suggested he try some stuff on.

"I know what size clothes I wear," he said.  Uh huh, I thought The night before we left he started to pack his bag.  I once again suggested he try his clothes on. Amazing! He listened to me. The only thing that fit was the shirts. So where do we go 10 hours before our plane leaves? Back to the mall.