We definitely speak on behalf of our pets. We have pet names for each other from a video game. We sleep on two disgusting pink heart pillows I've had forever, which we love and call pinksters. We speak on behalf of our 4' stuffed manatee. Who sleeps on our bed. And the amount of weirdness with our new puppy . . . well . . . I can't even. DH was calling her Milosh last night, and saying cute things like "milosh loves greenies but milosh is too young. Poor Milosh."
We quote Friends to each other constantly. Almost everything in life can be compared to a scene in Friends. I'm so lucky to have someone as obsessed as I am.
When we get bored/are waiting in line/whatever, we'll put each other into joint locks. I made a rule no take downs in public, but at home? We're constantly sparring, unless we're insulting each other. We use "jerk" as a term of endearment.
Post by themoneytree on May 7, 2013 19:20:48 GMT -5
We are such dorks together which is weird because I think we both come off as quite serious to the outside world. I am not like this with anyone else and never have been.
We chase each other around the house, lick each others faces (yes I know this is gross), I cup his balls and flap his peen back and forth, he sneaks up behind me and walks behind me being a human bra. Most of the time I can't walk up the stairs or have to run because there is butt poking going on. He used to pin me down and suck my nipples (which I actually hate and isn't at all sexual for me), but as he has no desire to try my milk that has stopped while I'm nursing! We flick wet tooth brushes at each other, had a cold water battle in the bathroom over the weekend. We mimic each other in funny voices, tease each other constantly and are always bantering. The bantering we do in public and sometimes people think we are bickering, but we are just kidding around with each other and love it.
We are always laughing and joking together. It's really nice. Now if we were only banging twice a week instead of once every two weeks we would be in great shape!
We have weird, made up names for everything. Including people and places.
He likes to sing to me, but inserting my nickname or attributes in place of the real lyrics. Often while we are in stores. He has also tried to make me do a duet with him in a home improvement store, using a toilet plunger for a microphone.
He grabs my butt when he is behind me on the stairs, claiming that he's just trying to help.
We like to make up stories about ridiculous things that we pretend we are doing while the other one is not home.
I make fun of the fact that he always misses when he tries to throw his clothes in the hamper
And, around Halloween we play hide the hand (not that version ya pervs). I bought this plastic hand from Dollar Tree and we take turns hiding it in weird places for the other to find
I tickle him. And if he is in deep thought or reading shirtless, I stick my fingertip in his navel.
He pretends to chomp on me as he rolls me around on the bed/couch/floor/grass. Makes me laugh more than tickling.
If it is just the two of us, I make schlong pancakes or seductively eat a banana.
We jam OUT to 90s tunes. Silly, goofy, uncoordinated moves. DD loves watching and joining in.
Kissing gets ridiculous sometimes, like a tongue war.
I wait for him to wash his face and I will sneak a ball/Dick stroke, butt grab or nipple pinch, and say, "i want this. Need it. Click, buy, ship PRIME!"
He slides down the hall in socks at night into the living room and I know that means he wants to slow dance.
I forgot to mention how it started. So we watched some terrible movie where aliens invade LA. At the end of the movie, they take the girl hostage, and turn the guy into an alien. The guy can't talk, so the only way he can let the girl know its him and not an alien is by running his finger down her face. Its their "sign" or something.
So the movie ends, I tell my H we need a sign in case I get abducted and he gets turned into an alien. He thinks I'm an idiot, and so he suggests the old goose.
He didn't think I would go for it. But like I said above, I'm pretty damn good at goosing.
When we were house-hunting and would come across a house for sale that had a container of fliers in front, whoever was in the passenger seat would scream, "INFOTUBE!!!!!" and dash out to get one.
We quote TV a lot ... Simpsons, Seinfeld, The Office, Futurama, etc. And we used to have a dance for the King of the Hill theme song.
Sometimes I'll be just standing there and he'll start dancing or doing fake karate chops or boxing moves at me.
At home I'll pants him and he'll just slowly walk away with his pants around his ankles.
If we run upstairs to bed sometimes he'll somersault into the bed.
I don't remember how it started, but we pretend we each have a profile on Christian Mingle. We also do the movie quote thing.
We had a game going for awhile but it got ugly so we stopped, lol. Say he had his head turned away. I would put my index finger next to his cheek so that when he turned back around it would poke him. That got really fierce.