How about them apples?

I (Ryan) am the consummate square. Straight lines, rulers, graph paper, plaid shirts. Engineer. If this picture were taken while we were dating, you might be able to guess which apple I cut and which one Leah cut:

And you'd probably be wrong.

I grew up carefully slicing apples as shown on the right: straight down the center, with an intricate cut to remove the stem and seeds from each quarter. If you're counting knife operations, it works out to around 18.

On the left, we have Leah's apple. Four cuts and it's ready to eat. Easy to make thin slices out of, too. Just goes to show. Even an engineer can learn something from his wife about straight lines and efficiency. I never would have guessed that when we got married.

Note: No apples were wasted in the making of this post.

Look at Yourself Before Judging

When we first got married, I was looking disgustedly at our cluttered bathroom counter. I saw Ryan's shaver, his hair gel and his comb all left out instead of being put away. I was getting mad at Ryan and then I stopped for a second and looked at the bathroom counter again. I saw my hairbrush, my ponytail holders, my curling iron...and then realized that my list went on and on. Almost all the mess on the counter was mine. I quickly put ALL of OUR stuff away and moved on. I was grateful that I hadn't embarrassed myself by telling him he was leaving out too much stuff. Sometimes we need to just focus on ourselves first when there's a "messy" problem.