Things I like about you. (TS)

• When it's time to do the dishes, you never stop with yours.  You always wash mine too.
• You always trim the wicks on the candles.
• You smell like Windex.  The Mountain Clean (TM) version.
• You vacuum under the furniture.
• When I mentioned it, you stopped wearing your football cleats on my hardwood floors.
• Your birthday falls on a lunar holiday.
• You got me into Yerba Mate tea.
• One time, you had a chance to go to the mall and get Donny Most's autograph, but you chose to stay and finish our game of Risk. 
• You only eat half an apple at a time. The uneaten half goes in the fridge's crisper, where you'll consume it at a later time as part of a balanced meal. 
• You could have kept my Hall and Oates Greatest Hits album and I would have never realized it, but you gave it back anyway. 
• You're a pretty good partner to have in a fight, except when the other side has Uzis.
• At certain angles, your nose is cat-like.
• You were the one who taught me that the phrase "Making ends meet" wasn't spelled "Making ends-meat." 
• You observe all posted speed limits, except in Montana and Germany.
• One day before my new job, you let me take your urine to work in a ziplock baggy.
• You taught me to tightroll my jeans, and then when the fad was over, you taught me to stop tightrolling my jeans.
• You took me to the emergency room that one time and waited while they took the bullet out of my lung.
• You like Elton John, but you're not an ass about it.
• When my mother called for me that one day, you told her I was at work when I was actually in the next room playing seven straight hours of online Texas Hold 'Em Poker in my underwear.
• I like the way you move. 
• You have slowly evolved over millions of years to possess the ability to breathe underwater, but you rarely show off.
• That one movie, "You Got Served," was based on your life.
• You're not afraid to be naked if it serves your purposes.
• You can read the thoughts of hobos.
• You make a mean enchilada.
• When we shake hands, I know you're not going to kill me in my sleep.

Comments

[bobby]

Heartfelt, subtle, and sweet. No better ushering in of the holiday season has there ever before been!

Also, I like that in most cultures, me getting the end of my finger as close to you as possible means "I'm not joking, dude."

[Tim]

I like you, Bobby, because you're always the first person to defend shaky posts of mine.

Also, you once gave me your shoes.

[bobby]

Once?

[Jiff]

I love this! Really loved this! I agree... uncomfortably sweet!

This, of course, is you purging guilt at (ahem) keeping my Hall and Oates Greatest Hits CD, anyway. Don't think I don't remember!

"You could have kept my Hall and Oates Greatest Hits album and I would have never realized it, but you gave it back anyway."

I giggled and laughed HARD through all of this... sitting in a North Denver coffee shop. Beautiful. I'm gonna go read it again.

[Jiff]

Love this: When I mentioned it, you stopped wearing your football cleats on my hardwood floors

Is this all text from some sort of anniversary card you gave Gina?

[Tim]

Bobby, correction: "You gave me eight of your shoes."

Jiff: "You never let on that I had absorbed your Hall and Oates Greatest Hits album into my collection. Or your copy of THE CORRECTIONS."

I'll be borrowing from this for my next card to her.

[Jiff]

All those nights in Montreal.