I love crazy!

You can't have kids the ages we do and not be at least aware of the Frozen movie and all the hype surrounding it.  We waited until the movie came out (not purposefully, just happened to work out that way) and Amelia got it for her birthday.  We've all seen it twice now, which seems like a reasonable number.

John's favorite part of the movie is the song above, in particular, the first 10 seconds.

Girl: Can I say something crazy?

Boy: I love crazy.

Recently, this has turned into kind of a running joke between us.  I'm not sure how to sum this up quickly or concisely, but I'm going to try.  Many people are aware that John is very analytical and rule oriented.  He follows the directions every time an changes his oil every 3,000  miles.  His gas light in his car never turns on because he always fills up before that happens.  He is early to everything. He plans ahead and does things the same way every single time.

I'm almost the exact opposite in every way.  I like to know the rules, but I don't always follow them.  When I cook, it never turns out the same way because I never follow the directions - even when I mean to follow the directions, something always happens where the directions don't quite work out.  I'm chronically late, although I work really hard to make sure I'm not late.  It is absolutely shocking that I haven't ever ran out of gas while driving, because my low gas light is usually on and I'm always running late.  I don't plan ahead and never do things the same way.

John knew all this when we got married, although perhaps not the extent.  None of this was a surprise to him.  I am not crazy in a clinical sense (at least I don't think that is what he is saying), but most of the times my gut reaction is polar opposite to his and it feels a little crazy to him.  Almost on a daily basis, we laugh (or argue, if I'm being honest) about how differently we are built.

 For example:

John: What should we do tonight.
Me: I was thinking we should clean up the kitchen and then go to Dairy Queen for dessert.
John: That sounds good, but it is getting late, isn't it?
Me: I think we can just ride fast.  It isn't that far.
John: Ride? Ride in the car.
Me: Yes.  We should ride our bikes.  It isn't that far.
John: Are you sure?
Me: Yes.
John: I love crazy.