The past two weeks have been 10 things you do that your spouse doesn't do but could and 10 things that your spouse does that you could do but don't. What a mouthful. Since I didn't do the first one last week, my husband and I came up with a list. Now this is pretty light hearted, and doesn't reflect necessarily everything that one of us does or does not do. Just what we normally do.
I make words during normal conversation. My husband speaks this special language: Thingie. We've been together long enough that I'm sadly picking up Thingie as a second language. The flip side of this is that when I am alarmed or see some kind of dangerous situation, I don't use my words but speak in squawks or other non-word indications of danger.
Running far and fast are not skills that we share equally. I'm a slow and steady person and have run multiple half marathons. In the short term, my husband can run faster than me, though not for nearly as much time. Sadly, this would probably result in a very similar half marathon time for him, as he would probably walk for a bit and then sprint to catch up. Who knows!
I do most of the dishes. It's not that he cannot, but during the day he is mostly focused on Q and getting other things done. This is only a problem when the sink is full of dishes that I need to do before I wash pump and bottle dishes. Then I get a bit sad.
He can drive. I'm still learning. The world is going to be a more dangerous place once I have my license and don't need to have a qualified driver with me on the road.
General domestic things. I knit, sew buttons, hem (though I usually make him bring his pants to someone else to do, because I hate hemming).
My husband is the king of the 20 minute power nap. I have a hard time falling asleep, and when I nap it often (at least before baby) was a multi-hour affair.
Putting up with each other. I don't think I could put up with myself if I had a spouse who was just like me. I'm a bit difficult to get along with.
I drink coffee. He makes faces when I do so. 'Nuff said.
My husband is the exotherm in this relationship. I can use my feet even in the summer to cause suffering and cries of alarm.
I'm jealous of my husband's ability to go into a store or online and buy clothing based on a measurement number. Women's clothing sucks in that regard.
My husband has a better sense of rhythm than I do. Mine isn't nonexistant, but it definitely requires more practice and training. On the other hand, I can make my own (hideous) lyrics up for pretty much any song I've heard at least once.
My shoulder blades are very pointy. We joke that I can cut people with them.
He remembers bridge conventions. I remember weak twos and not much else.
And for reading this far: We like the vorpal hoagies. I make them and he eats them.