Saturday, November 21, 2009


I was fortunate enough to meet the love of my life when I was 18.

Today, I'm even more fortunate that she's stuck around all these years. She puts up with my iPhone addiction, beer brewing, politics, laziness, grumpiness, trips to the mountains, frivolous spending, and weird work hours. Being married isn't easy; being married to me must be damn near impossible.

Come to think of it, I kinda hope she doesn't read this... Seeing all that listed in one place might be enough to make her want to split.

Which would suck, because there's no one I'd rather hang out with, talk to, laugh with, live with & grow old with.

To steal a line from Ronald Reagan, I get lonely when she leaves the room.


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