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After seven years of marriage, Craig and I seem to have each other's habits and preferences down pretty well. For instance:
He knows that margarine is not allowed in this house. Butter only.
I know it drives him crazy when I don't refill the ice cube trays.
He knows that dog poop makes me vomit.
I know that vomit makes him vomit.
I know that he hates it when I leave my reading light on at night.
He knows that I have a love/hate relationship with his snoring.
He knows that 'Roseanne' is one of my favorite TV shows.
I know he hates 'Roseanne'.
He knows I hate mayo and milk.
I know that he loves smoked oysters (those disgusting ones from a can).
I know that he is seriously in love with Kate Beckinsale.
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He knows that I would run away with Jon Bon Jovi.
He knows how funny it is to try to watch me skate backwards.
He knows how to make me laugh.
I know how to make him mad.
We're still learning about one another, in fact, every day comes with surprises.
I wouldn't trade him for anything.