Michael's Anniversary Post :)

I will never tell anyone to "drive safe" again, I will tell them to "drive safely."

Meredith has shown that it is possible to enter a room and turn on every single light in order to find one thing, and then leave said room without turning any of those lights off.

If you attend a church for the first time you may find they recite the Lord's Prayer a little differently than how you remember it growing up.

When I was little my Dad would ask if I was ready to go by asking "Ready Teddy?" If I say that in our house I will not receive any type of response until I rephrase it to "Ready Freddy?" (Insert picture of teddy bear and psycho killer Freddy Krueger...)

It is assumed that we are being honest with each other. Should either of us choose to phrase something with "honestly," it will quickly earn a "thanks for being honest" comment that throws off the entire track of thought.

I like to think tickling was something that happened to everyone when they were little and was generally a good time. (That also sounds like something a pedophile would say but we'll keep our heads out of the gutter for now.) Girls hit an age where suddenly tickling is the worst thing that could possibly happen to them. They will laugh and smile and then scold as soon as it is over.

Mexican food can be found in abundance in Texas. My parents and I can eat at Mi Cocina once a week and not think twice about it. Meredith needs more of a break between restaurant visits... but she could eat Jack in the Box tacos, Cheesy Gordita Crunches, or Chipotle every other day. I'll admit I like Chipotle, but the other two are crimes against the digestive system. Oh, and okra ain't that great. There, I said it.

While watching a non-Cowboys NFL game the other day Meredith rattled off the name of 3 or 4 players right in a row and asked if I was proud. I was very impressed and let her know my standards may have to raise for her in this area. She informed me that she would become more knowledgeable in the sports category as soon as I could start naming the designers of the handbags women carry around town. I think we can call this a tie.

On a somewhat related note, I never thought I would know so much about who was the best on So You Think You Can Dance, who's losing the most weight on The Biggest Loser, and whose dress was the most chic on Project Runway. I know how Heidi Klum will introduce herself and I can make impressions of Tim Gunn, and that makes me die a little inside.

Thumbs has really taken to me lately, mainly because I feed her every night. She proves that cats really are as stuck up as the stereotype suggests. I will get the butt treatment if I shift too much while sitting on the couch.

As two people who claim not to watch that much television, we've had a few marathons. I believe we watched 36 hours of Lost in a span of two weeks, and we caught up on the first two seasons of the Office in a weekend. We knocked out all the Harry Potter books this summer and then went on to discuss which houses we would be in if we were wizards.

We've made Anchorman jokes for as long as we've known each other and I don't see them stopping in the near future. Smells like Bigfoot's %^* indeed.

On long road trips with just the two of us I'll start to hum if the conversation has died. Meredith hates this and will make it come to a stop immediately. When we turn on the radio she'll start singing in her opera voice and snapping her full arm snap that I can't stand. I think we need to fly more.

We will undoubtedly forget (again) to put the Christmas tree trash bag around the stand before we bring the tree in this year.

With a few minor exceptions we really enjoy all the same music and movies. I did not care for the Pussycat Dolls craze that started at Mardi Gras several years ago complete with a dance by Kait, and every once in a while Merd will pick that Indie movie that turns out to be the most depressing experience of the year. ("We've seen her before...ALL of her.")

I can't walk upstairs, I have to run. Meredith can't walk downstairs, she has to trip. (I keed, I keed!)

I love the idea of going into a weekend with a clean slate and no plans. Meredith loves to wake up and immediately make a list of all the things we'll do on Saturday.

Once we turn the lights off at night and my head is on the pillow, I'm ready to sleep...immediately. Meredith is ready to talk and share hopes and dreams.

Meredith is cold. Always. And she brings a sweater 30% of the time.

Meredith can read approximately 3 times as fast as I can. I'm excited that she has committed to watch all 3 Lord of the Rings movies in 2010. In 2008 our New Year's resolution was to read the Bible in a year. She finished a few days early to allow for the holiday travel and such. I made it to January 3rd. Epic fail.

According to multiple discussions we've had over the last two years, we will consider having a baby sometime between December 2009 and March 2015.

If we have a baby girl, Meredith wants to name her after a boy. Meredith and I had the same haircut at age 3.

Meredith is amazed at how long my eyebrows are and I never have a good response.

When I try to kiss Meredith goodbye in the morning, I am able to kiss her forehead or cheek 15% of the time. All the other attempts land on the ear, hair, or shoulder. It's dark, leave me alone.

If I do something embarrassing but no one sees, I won't bring it up unless it happens to Meredith too.

Periodically she will remind me how many posts she has made on "our" blog compared to my one.

Meredith seems to find it odd that I am too lazy on Saturday mornings to wipe off the icing that has dripped from my cinnamon roll to my chest. It'll come off when I shower in the next 30-180 minutes.

We decided last night that Hilary Duff leaving Disney opened the door for that Hannah Montana crap so all of this is really her fault.

We listen to zero rap yet Meredith knows some lyrics, and by some I mean entire songs that would make Jay-Z blush.

Favorite outfits: When I'm getting dressed in the morning and have on underwear, undershirt, and socks. When Meredith comes home and immediately puts on her pink, fluffy Mrs. Haynes robe and blue, furry, house booties.

I definitely went off on a tangent and just started remembering fun things from the last couple of years, but they've been better than I could have imagined. We've had a lot of changes in two years, good and bad, but we've had so much fun together and are constantly excited about what's next.

(It's Meredith again. I only want to make one comment. See that sentence up there that is bold and red? That did NOT happen. That will NEVER happen. Thanks.)