All I can say is, thank God opposites attract. 

There have been numerous times when my husband and I differ on how to navigate life.  He likes to hang out a little closer to the edge, in fact I think he enjoys pushing the boundaries of the laws we live by.  Like choosing to park in a questionable, more convenient spot and hope you don't get towed.  Or maneuver from the far left lanes on the freeway and exit across 6 lanes at breakneck speed. And then there is the don't go in the traditional ticket holders line to get into the stadium, instead, he chooses the step-over-the-seats-with-your-young child-and-nearly-get-thrown-out-of-the -ball-park, type rules. 

I, on the other hand, tend to want to exit the freeway with the blinker on, having read the signs and already over in the exit lane. I like to follow the masses into the theater and not try to jump past the ticket taker.  I try to be conscious of the example we are setting for the kids who are white knuckled but giggling in the back seat.  I come from a good Midwestern family where rule breaking was taboo and not following rules made my life more difficult.

So there we were last night, approaching a horrific parking situation at a concert we were going to.  We could wait in the hour-long line for stacked parking, and be there until morning when our car was finally able to get out, OR we could try to park in the VIP lots and pay off the attendant.  Guess which one we tried?  Yup.  I sank into my seat as my husband pleaded with 4 different attendants in 4 different parking lots and we were completely shut down.  He played the special occaision card. (It was our anniversary.)  He tried appealing to the tough economy.  He got out of the car and told me to walk fast and ignore the attendants chasing after us like we were criminals.  He was shocked that no one was biting.  All of this took us an hour, by which we would have already been parked and although stacked, we could have been happily sitting in our seats at the show.  I admit that I am always impressed with his swagger.  And lots of times it works, but it always makes me just a little sweaty as that old do-gooder gal comes screaming out.

What's the lesson here?  I need to carry a few more 20's and be a little bolder and he needs to chill and take the back seat once in a while.  Opposites attract, marriage style!