Some of those interesting things you typically do not learn about the person you love until after several years of marriage...

My husband has very specific, deeply-ingrained rules about food consumption:

• He CANNOT eat at the same dining establishment 2 days in a row (the "Same Place" rule).

• He CANNOT eat pizza for dinner if he had pizza for lunch (the "Same Type of Food" rule).

• AND....he TOTALLY FUCKING CANNOT eat breakfast foods when it's not breakfast, or dinner foods when it's not dinner (the "Certain Types of Food Can Only Be Consumed During Their Culturally-Established Timeframe" rule) .

I simply do not understand.

I go through phases where all I want is Thai food from the cart down the street, and I will eat it every day for lunch for like, a week straight. Sometimes, I will even stop by there on my way home and get some to-go for dinner. Then I will grow tired of it, and not eat there for a month. I also occasionally crave a bowl of cereal for lunch on the weekends, or even as a snack at night. I have been known to eat cold pizza (or even leftover Thai food) for breakfast.

Generally, my husband & I get along very well, and share the same interests. But this food thing is just bizarre. Almost as bizarre as his insistence on making the bed by NOT putting the opposite corners of the fitted sheet on first. He puts the bottom 2 corners on first instead of the obviously superior opposing-corners, diagonal method. And then...THEN....there's the towel-folding rules. Remember the movie "Sleeping With the Enemy"? To make a long story short, if I want to make my husband all twitchy and irritated, I fold the towels in half instead of in thirds, and hang them at different heights next to eachother on the towel rack. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!