10 things about me that hubby somehow thinks are charming

... but that friends / other family members / passers-by might find uninteresting, at best... (Oh, yes, this is a very remotely related Tuesday tale tale...)

1. I smack my tongue in disappointment at vital moments like if I drop something on the floor, or if I have to go twice to get everything out to the kitchen (I always try to take everything in one go - which is often why I'm tut-tutting about the dropping things in the first place...) But never if the kids spill their milk or my favourite film just finished when I zap over to that channel or if Ronnie misses an easy ball. Then there's more! (No, I actually don't swear. But I know quite a few other words...)

2. I can wake him* up in the middle of the night because there's someone I just can't remember the name of, and I'll need to know to go back to sleep. (On the bright side, I'll never forget the name "Patrik Berger" again...)

3. I know the offside rules. I know this shouldn't be possible for women, but there you have it. I also know quite a few players and previous clubs and previous results. Only don't test me...

4. Watching a match I'll abuse the referee no end if he can't see that was actually a penalty for Liverpool. Same way I'll never stop talking about Peter Ebdon's horrible, slow march to crush my man** whenever "Mister" (and I use the term loosely...) Ebdon is on the screen.

5. Quite frankly I'll just never stop talking...

6. And I do go on about Ronnie a bit, don't I...

7. I'll scream like mad and hide my head in my hands watching important football or snooker matches. He'll do it to, but softer, so as not to wake the kids.

8. There are certain people (ok, men) that I'll be a bit shy around, even if they're on screen... He'll even call me in, if they're on and I'm not around!
(Judging by this, you'd guess my hubby would be dark-haired too. But he isn't! Ronnie is, though...)

9. I have censured clothes given to the kids - they haven't been allowed to wear ManU-kit, and Thomas only got to wear that Chelsea-kit because he was tiny and very cute and noone would look beyond those long lashes of his anyway...

10. I will stay up late most nights to blog or watch some silly film, and even if I really could do with some sleep he won't even mention it... Like he hasn't mentioned the fact that I've got Steven Gerrard as my desktop photo - not him or the kids.

-- You'd think after 11 (almost 12) years of knowing me he'd tire of these things at least, but no.. And have I tired of him***? Of course not!! :)

* Hubby, that is, not Ronnie...
** Ronnie, that is, not hubby...
*** hubby or Ronnie...