socks.

we're newlyweds.

we've been married just over four months now, and we're still learning how to be married.  (though i have a feeling even after we've been married for fifty years we are still going to be figuring out the marriage thing.)  it's funny the things you learn about each other by living together that you didn't know before. 

for instance, fly boy and i have very different ways of folding socks.  since i haven't been working, i've assumed a lot of the household responsibilities, including laundry.  pilots in the military have these thick black socks that they wear every day.  they take forever to dry and they're so bulky i had a hard time folding them. i hate am completely indifferent to these socks.  but apparently i was folding them incorrectly.

we may have gotten into a heated discussion about how to fold socks.  i may have overreacted.  mainly, i was frustrated at these stupid socks; i would leave fly boy's laundry folded nicely on his side of the bed, then catch him refolding his already folded socks. after i had cooled off, fly boy taught me how to properly fold his socks.  we don't argue about it anymore. i still fold my socks into nice neat little balls, i now fold his socks so that the top doesn't "stretch out."

so when people ask what our first argument was as newlyweds, i have to answer "socks."

seriously, socks.