Men are from Home Depot. Women are from Sephora.

Or Mars and Venus. Whatevs.

Every single day, without fail, I find myself mystified at the differences between guys and gals. Last weekend, S and I were sitting on the couch watching three various sporting events on TV. (Okay, he was watching sports. I was Pinterest-ing.)

He flipped between all three channels, (ABC, NBC and ESPN), making sure to avoid commercials. It was an impressive exercise, his flipping between channels with the precision of an air traffic controller. He landed on NBC just in time to catch Tiger’s Par 4 and skipped gracefully over to ESPN just as the ninth inning of the Hogs/Kent State game concluded.

My head was spinning.

“How in the world can you keep all three of those games straight? Is that even fun?”

He paused and a pensive look spread across his face, “Well, how do you keep up with fifteen different Twitter conversations while you answer emails?”

Touche, Mr. S...touche.

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Here are a few of the things that have happened recently, which lead me to believe that men really are from Mars:

1. I like the covers neatly tucked in around my legs and feet. Never fails, I can ever-so-carefully arrange the sheets and covers right before we get into bed and he will immediately throw them off and stick his feet out the bottom so they can “breathe”.

Apparently this sort of need to let one’s feet breathe is common among male species.

2. I have a plethora of different shampoos, soaps, conditioners, facial cleansers and exfoliating scrubs in our shower. He has a bottle of shower gel and a 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner.

3. When asked how his day went, he replies “fine” and I know it was a perfectly pleasant day.

When asked how my day went, I reply “fine” and he knows something catastrophic happened.

4. He dislikes humidity because it makes the grass clump together, yielding a messy lawn-mowing experience.

I dislike humidity because it turns my hair into a hot mess.

5. He works out so he can eat 10,000 calories in one sitting. I work out so I can fit into my skinny jeans.

6. I make my meal decisions based on how “good” I’ve been all week. He makes his meal decisions based on what contains the most cheese.

7. To me, the most important part of our wedding reception was the décor. To him, the varieties of beer that would be served.

8. His current “wishlist” item on Amazon is a meat smoker. My current “wishlist” item on Amazon is a rose-gold Michael Kors watch.

9. I think seersucker on a man is dapper. He wouldn’t be caught dead in the stuff.

10. He wanted to host Thanksgiving at our house last year to try out the new turkey fryer. I wanted to host Thanksgiving at our house last year to show off the cornucopia I had constructed from wine corks via Pinterest.

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But oh, how I love our distinct differences.

-He calms me down when situations seem like the end of the world.

-He makes me laugh, often at myself. He has definitely taught me to take things less seriously.

-He makes me feel really pretty every day. 

-He encourages me to let loose and eat trans fats and starches and sugar.

-He watches all the Real Housewives shows with me, just so we can spend quality time together.

-He lets me have my ugly cry now and then and doesn’t ask any questions.

-He understands that I will never like my Kindle as much as I like having smelly old books.

-He understands that at some point, as much as I love our German Shepard, I am going to need a lap dog at some point.

-He’s totally cool with my clothes and shoes making up 80% of our master closet.

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 So wherever they're from, let's celebrate them - the men in our lives. For their stinky gym clothes and their big hearts.

Be blessed, lovelies-