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My husband is so nice to me sometimes that it's sometimes hard not to take advantage of him. Like, just now, it occured to me that if I asked him to, he would probably go downstairs to get me something to drink. I have two perfectly good legs and I can certainly fix my own beverage, but it seemed logical when it first came to mind to just ask him. This is actually probably because he does fetch drinks for me more often than I do for him--but mainly, he just drinks a whole heaping lot more than I do, so he's more likely to be heading to the kitchen.

I remember that as one of the first Cultural Issues I figured out pretty early on. M generally looked a little horrified if I suggested that we, for no particular reason, buy a drink while out in town doing something. I, on the other hand, stopped at a gas station just about every day for three years to buy a drink. (In retrospect, this was a little excessive.) We discussed the cultural differences for a while.. Americans like to take their beverages with them, the price difference between the two places, etc.. before I realized that in this case, it wasn't about which one of us is Swedish and which one of us isn't. If M bought something to drink everytime he was thirsty, we would be poor as church mice in two weeks. He's quite simply the thirstiest person I've ever met. I don't know why, but it always feels a little tricksy when we realize something that isn't about the whole cultural issue.

In general, I don't think we actually have that much of a problem with those differences, though. We've settled into a routine where he refuses to dwell on the things he misses and I somewhat encourage him to have those little things from the other place when possible--this balances it out quite nicely. (According to M.. I'm not just saying it because I think so!) The differences between the US and Sweden are little enough to not need to be an issue, really--most of our differences in attitudes can probably be traced more to the big-city/small-town thing. On the other hand, sometimes it's just those smallest things that can cause problems for people. When I frequented that one site that shall remain nameless, I was always fascinated by how very little it took to spark a fight. Honest to goodness, I once saw a bitter fight start over the weather. People are funny. Anyway, I have no idea what I'm even saying here, but I think I'm probably rambling because I occasionally get a little annoyed when my family seems to totally forget that M has a different background from them (and therefore, they can make fun of him if he didn't see.. I dunno, Punky Brewster as a kid.) That's a completely different rant, though, and not really one I'm up for at the moment.. mainly because they haven't done it much lately anyway.

I remember being really mad once because Punky Brewster went off with a "to be continued". Scotty tried to reassure me by reminding me that Mom's TV shows were to be continued every DAY. (Days of Our Lives, you know.) It didn't help at all cause it was different cause Punky Brewster is only on once a week and it was just so unfair I wanted to kick the mean people who made it continue like that so that I had to go all week without knowing what happened!! I barely remember watching this at all, actually, so I was quite young.I have no idea why I still remember this.

Now I'm going to post this and wait to see if M will smile and say, "aww, you're so cute," and go get me something to drink. A girl can always hope..