So I met this guy
when I was sixteen. He was trying to pitch those little red-hot candies into my cleavage.
I was not amused.
In retaliation, I dumped my coke on his open calculus book.
And the war was on.
Six years later, we married on my twenty-second birthday and have been happily married for the last nineteen (!) years.
Today is his birthday. Happy Birthday Matt – I love you!!!
I’m glad you have good aim, despite your poor decision making skills.