- The lady at the gas station near your house exclaims "I know who you are!" by just your last name and your request for 2 cans of long cut natural Red Seal tobacco. (Apparently my dear husband is the one that requested they keep that specific kind in stock.)
- Your husband insists on listening to David Allen Coe (living room window open, stereo at full volume) while working outside in the yard. Ever hear "Would you lay with me in a field of stone?" Only my father and my husband could enjoy listening to that macabre song and find it poetic.
- He's 31and already balding...
- And it seems to be falling from his head and making his chest hair thicker. Don't know about you ladies but I < 3 chest hair. I am, however, bracing myself for the day it starts sticking to his back. *Shudder*
- Because of said balding he wears a cap everywhere but church. Even out for a run. In the 70 degree weather.
- He spoils me rotten - although unlike my father, he's not ashamed to admit it.
- He does sporadic exercise, but isn't consistent. My father sprints on the football field every Friday night come August, but doesn't bother to exercise beyond that. Jay exercises when he's bored and needs to reaffirm how much more awesome than me he is. :P
- He wants a pickup truck for his next vehicle - even if it has to be a 4 door version so that he can use it to show property to clients.
- They love chatting with one another about random sports events or the latest UT Vols news (be it a new recruit or an arrest.)
- He loves me - despite the millions of reasons he shouldn't.
I will say, however that I desperately hope it doesn't take such extreme measures for Jay to quit dip as it did my dad. Daddy had to watch his own father die a slow and painful death from lung cancer - not to mention the trips together for my Papaw to receive radiation treatment.
Are you married to your father? A spitting image of your husband's mother? Tell me all about it!