More than eight years ago, my affections were won by a sweet, humble, good, caring, kind, *handsome*, wonderful, funny, too-good-to-possibly-be-true, man. Exactly eight years ago, I married him.
I have nothing but dumb luck to thank for the decision I made that day. Well, that, and Jack Handey, who played a significant role in our courtship.
" To me, it's a good idea to always carry around two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?" you can say,
"Sorry, got these sacks.""
"Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself. Mankind. Basically, it's made up of two separate words-- "mank" and "ind." What do these words mean?
It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind."
"If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid seeing yourself in the mirror,
because I bet that's what really throws you into a panic."
"Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine,
which I guess was why several of us died of tuberculosis."
"I can't stand cheap people. It makes me real mad when someone says something like, "Hey, when are you going to pay me that hundred dollars you owe me?" or "Do you have that fifty dollars you borrowed?"
Man, quit being so cheap!"
"Love is not something that you can put chains on and throw into a lake. That's called Houdini. Love is liking someone a lot."
Happy 8th Anniversary, Baby.
Every day I am grateful for the mystery that is a boy like you and a girl like me.