Now that we're married, Jeff and I are learning odd yet fascinating things about each other.

He started his job a week ago. I asked him to give me a morning assignment to prevent me from staying in bed until 10:00 each day. "How about making my lunch?" he asked. "I want nothing more than to make your lunch." I replied. We agreed that he would construct the lunch while I observed on Day One, so that I could learn the Art of Sandwich Making.

He put two pieces of bread on the counter.

J: I eat ham every day for lunch. If it's the thick sliced ham, I usually go for two to three slices, depending on how many are in the bag, and if the number is divisible by two or three.

A: Really?

J: Yeah. But this is deli-sliced ham. So, I typically go with five or six slices...

A: Depending on how many is left in the bag?

J: Right. You see how I'm separating each slice? I'm incorporating air between them.

A: Okay.

J: Now for the mustard. I like to put it on the other slice of bread so that it sinks in a bit. I prefer mayo, but I think mustard gives me the zip I need around lunch time.

A: (Silence.)

J: Do me a favor and put sixteen Pringles in a sandwich bag.

A: Why sixteen?

J: I eat my sandwich in eighths, and between each bite, I eat two Pringles.

A: Shut up.

J: No, really. It takes me four bites to eat a half sandwich, and I like two Pringles between each bite. A few more is okay, but no less than sixteen.

A: (Silence.)

Every morning at seven o'clock, I can be found in the kitchen separating ham slices and counting Pringles. It's all about the love (and the appreciation of individual differences, of course...).