The Goat's desire to save everything (case in point: inoperable 8-year old HP laser printer taking up entire drawer of file cabinet in laundry room**) is tempered by the primary O'Brien directive: When the shit I do not need is in the way of the shit that I do need, something has got to give. (further to case in point: otherwise perfectly usable file cabinet drawer space is rendered unusable by inoperable 8-year old HP laser printer).
The Goat: wine; the O'Brien: whiskey.
The O'Brien signals her interest in conjugal activity to the Goat by leaving the bed unmade.
The Goat wanted a big wedding and reception, while the O'Brien lobbied for the justice of the peace and can of beer. They negotiated and ended up with a pastor in the living room of O'Brien's parents with the reception in the dining room.
The Goat: tea/newspaper; the O'Brien: coffee/laptop.
Sometimes the O'Brien places her mouth on flat areas of the Goat's body and makes noises evocative of flatulence.
Sometimes the Goat refers to the O'Brien as "Irish."
The O'Brien enjoys Goat whiskers immensely. Unfortunately (for the O'Brien) Goat whiskers are a rare phenomenon as the Goat prefers to be clean-shaven (which the O'Brien finds ironic, the Goat being a goat and all).
*Yes, the O'Brien helps with leaf removal and clears the drive of snow when obliged. The O'Brien rarely, however, cuts the grass. Lil' O'B, conversely, seems to relish the task of lawn-mowing.
**At this time, the O'Brien is not accepting questions about why the file cabinet is in the laundry room.