Wrangler Dani

Adam loves Risk. He loves spreadsheets and rules and setting things up Just So. He loves backpacks with billions of pockets for organizational purposes and fiddling with gear of any kind in preparation for adventures.

On the other hand, he’s also an expert at draining the gas tank to the last possible minute puff of drive-able fumes, very rarely remembers what he’s looking for in the fridge, and can’t shop a sale to save his life.

I do silly, non-logical things, like pour yesterday’s coffee and grounds on top of dishes in the sink, not fold my laundry, and pack the opposite of lightly. I also get annoyed with all of the rules associated with logical games like Risk or Chess, and really am more interested in the adventure than the preparation or the pockets involved.  However, I also am a coupon-clipping champion, know exactly what he wants to eat and how to make it, and make sure that we have toilet paper and clean clothes (not folded, but clean at least) most of the time.

We balance each other. We’re both partly logical, emotional and crazy, and try to solve our disagreements with long talks and kisses instead of hollering. It’s not perfect, but it’s pretty close, even when all the logical bits of him make no sense to me and all the free spirit bits of me drive him crazy.