…lifted from Dooce. Enjoy. And then you do it. You know you want to.

What are your middle names?
Mine is Marie, his is Luke. I think mine is after my great grandmother. I’ll just assume his is after some book I haven’t read called “The Bible.”

How long have you been together?
We’ve been together for 6 years, married for a year and a half.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Not very. I met him at Liquor Lyles (dive bar extraordinarie), and a few weeks and phone calls later, we were dating.

Who asked whom out?
I think he asked me for my phone number. And I obliged. Both things are a miracle of modern science considering how effing drunk we both were. (Example: I had no problem flashing my ass crack and he had no problem staring without blinking.)

How old are each of you?
He’s 33, I’m 28. As far as maturity goes, we’re even-steven I win for most mature.

Whose siblings do you see the most?
This is a no-brainer. His. I have none, so they’re quite difficult to “see.”

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Honestly? This is so sad. The only thing we ever raise our voices about are the damn cats. Miles is almost always sick, and we’re always taking one of them to the vet, and they cost us lots and lots of money. So we fight about it, on occasion. I’m hoping if kids ever enter the picture, they’ll be in much better health. And if not, at least we have good insurance.

Did you go to the same school?
Nope. Never. Unless the “School of Hard Knocks” counts…but come to think of it, I didn’t go there either.

Are you from the same home town?
No. The hubs was raised here in good ole’ Minneapolis. I was born in Boulder, Colorado and raised in Fond du Lac, WI. (Good thing they moved. I would have probably ended up a hippy had they stayed in Boulder. I don’t care for hippies all that much.)

Who is smarter?
This might make me sound like a douche, but I think I am. We always joke that “I’m the brains, he’s the brawn.” He’d admit the same. I’m a nerd. Being smart comes with the territory.

Who is the most sensitive?
I cry easier. Does that make me most sensitive?

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
I bet if you checked our bank statements – Don Pablo’s would come out on top. Yes…a Mexican food chain. Don’t ask why, because I don’t have an answer.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Costa Rica.

Who has the craziest exes?
Hmmm. Craziest? I don’t think either of us has crazy exes. We certainly tend to run into his much more than mine. I’ll say this about his (and I think he’d say the same about mine) – I don’t know how he ever even dated his exes. And…done.

Who has the worst temper?
The husband once bruised the top of his foot by kicking a coffee table across the room after discovering cat pee in our finished basement, long after we assumed that chapter of our lives was closed. I have a tendency to want to kick and punch things, but I don’t. So…he wins.

Who does the cooking?
Yours truly. The hubs has the privilege of doing most of the grilling, pizza preparing/heating and any grilled ham & cheese sandwiches that might need to be made. I’m the “meal maker,” however. DISCLAIMER: Just because I “make meals” does not equate to those meals being “delicious” or “edible.” A for effort, that’s my mindset.

Who is the neat-freak?
I’ve been known to have an episode about the silverware being in the incorrect compartments in the drawer. And there’s only one other person in the house that could have put it there. Is that enough of an answer?

Who is more stubborn?
The hubs is MUCH more stubborn than me. He gets that from his dad. He might think I’m stubborn, but I’m not. I’M JUST RIGHT.

Who hogs the bed?
Honestly, neither of us is a bed hogger. I really don’t move all that much in my sleep. He doesn’t either. The REAL bed hogs are the cats. I’m worse than he is, but you can lay in any position AS LONG AS YOU DON’T DISTURB THE CATS. Although, most days I’m quite sure they could sleep through an earthquake.

Who wakes up earlier?
Yours truly again. I’m a morning person for sure. He would sleep all day if it was socially acceptable. On occasion I’ll sleep in too, but I have to be pretty damn tired to do so.

Where was your first date?
Rudolph’s Bar-b-que. I think. Right? Yeah….I think I’m right.

Who is more jealous?
I think the hubs gets this one. I’ll talk it up like I’ll cut a bitch, but he might actually do it (if he’s got enough liquid courage in his belly).

How long did it take to get serious?
Uhm…after dating like, 3 months we got a place together. So…pretty much record speed.

Who eats more?
Him. If we compared on a pizza slice consumed basis – he’s about 5 to my 2 or 3.

Who does the laundry?
I do. Somehow, he knows how to read, but is unable to decipher clothing tags with laundering instructions. I’ve had too many shrunken $70 shirts and misshapen bras to allow him to do it unattended. He’ll “help out” sometimes, but I usually have to double check to be sure no clothing is being murdered.

Who’s better with the computer?
That’d be me again. Nerd. “Computer Nerd.” Ain’t no shame in it.

Who drives when you are together?
Most of the time, me. The hubs has a short temper with shitty drivers. And I enjoy driving. Sometimes I make him drive, just because every once in a while I need to see what our neighborhood actually looks like for longer than 1 second glances.