two years ago today i met the man that has made me happier than a pedophile in miley cyrus' closet.  he puts up with my wackiness, lets me get away with being grumpy when i'm hungry, doesn't turn me into the coppers when i tell the kids i'm going to lock them in a box, lets me bite him when i have the urge and saves me (or tries to at least) from dangerous rabid ceiling fans.

thanks for being here