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Moving in with someone is interesting if only because no matter how much time you have spent with that person, there are still going to be small secrets to uncover. These things can sometimes be funny and/or cute. For example, some mornings, I walk into the bathroom to find Scooby with shaving cream between his eyebrows. Before living together, I had NO idea he shaved his uni, and although I'm proud of his grooming habits, I feel compelled to give him a hard time when I find him in such a position; he always responds the same way: "I don't know how the shaving cream got up there!?!" and then he pushes me out of the bathroom so that I can't watch him do the deed.

I suspect he would say that he had never known about my spontaneous decorating skills. The other night he left the house and when he returned three hours later, he noticed that I had gone to Ikea to buy frames for the vintage maps I had bought, and I had cut the pictures down to size, placed them in the frames and hung them all in a neat little cluster about the television.

Of course, you will inevitably discover annoying habits as well. I am fairly neat, but I am physically incapable of putting my shoes away. The other day when Scooby came home, he looked around our living room and said, "you've got to be kidding me," because there were literally 4 pairs of shoes strewn around the floor. He has his quirks too though. When I cook dinner, he always insists on doing the dishes, but he will then assert that half the dishes "need to be soaked!" which of course means that after the dishes have soaked overnight, I will end up doing said dishes in the morning.

But every once in a while, we will stumble upon some untapped secret that just confirms how perfect we are for each other. In our case, that secret is our joint childhood obsession with American Gladiators. Every Saturday morning, I would lie on the floor in front of my television set in McLean, Virginia and Scooby would do the same thing in Milwaukee and we would cheer for Nitro (in my case...he was the best!) and Storm (because Scooby thought "she was so hot!) instead of watching cartoons like every normal kid.

In fact, I recently learned that Scooby Snacks was so enthralled with the show, that he set up his very own version of ASSAULT in his basement, which, if you recall, entails Gladiators shooting balls at the contestants, while the players sprint from station to station and try to hit the Gladiators with various projectiles. And my boyfriend re-enacted this with Nerf guns.

And the fact that American Gladiators has been resurrected because of the writer's strike makes it so much easier to live without new episodes of Chuck and The Office. Admittedly, I have a keener sense of cheesiness at my current age than I did at eight, and I do miss the mullets, but it's still so much fun to watch--I mean, the hand bike! The cargo net! Scooby and I alternate between saying, "This is SO bad" and "This is AMAZING!" And I do have some issues with the Gladiator named Wolf who unleashes a testosterone-fueled howl every time the camera cuts to him, but I don't really have time to talk about that right now. You see, Scooby is setting up an Assault simulation, and then I have to take care of the dishes that are soaking in the sink.

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