And He's Totally Stuck With Me Forever

Today when I was putting away dishes I noticed that Preston had put some of the mugs away earlier this morning. The normal person would think, 'How wonderful. Preston puts dishes away.' Yes, the normal person would think that. However, being decidedly abnormal, my thoughts proceeded as such: 'Oh no. Preston put the mugs away. That means that some of the handles are FACING THE WRONG WAY.'

Yes, I really am that OCD. And I totally turned all the handles so that they were facing the same way (right, just for future reference). And then he came in, and I mentioned my compulsion (preceded by the blatant lie of 'this isn't a huge deal, but...') and I don't think he ever realized how deep and sick and twisted my anal habits really are. I just thought I should lay all my cards on the table before Project: Wedding happens (in FIVE weeks).

After my confession he just looked at me and laughed a little, which I think is a pretty good indicator that he'll be able to handle me and my crazy for many more moons.