Thanks, Mom. You're my inspiration.
Oh, and happy 20th anniversary honey bunches of oats! If we hadn't tied the knot on March 16th 20 years ago we wouldn't be celebrating our 20th anniversary today.
(Isn't life ironic?)
Hey, do you guys mind covering your ears for a sec? I'd like a moment alone with my hub.
Hi Sweetie, remember how bored we were on our honeymoon because we were in Manti and there was no T.V. in our room? And remember how you whispered in my ear in your dreamiest voice, "I wonder what we'll be doing on this day 20 years from now . . . "
And how I whispered back in my cutie-pie voice, "well if we're not divorced, you'll probably be scrubbing toilets in our rented town home while I'm doing sudoku. And then we'll probably be frantically stashing our extra crap into suitcases so we can shove it under our beds before my mom comes to visit."
And remember how you whispered back in your lucky-charm voice, "and we'll probably be up all night listening to our son cough and wheeze until we have to give him a nebulizer treatment."
And how I whispered back in my cream-o-wheat voice, "you silly goose, you don't even know what a nebulizer is yet?"
Did we call it or what?
High five, babe. And thanks for being so romantic even when we're just frantically shoving our extra crap under our bed and giving our son nebulizer treatments.
Jack Johnson's got nothin' on you. Well, besides a successful music career. Oh, and the Curious George thing. But your dance moves can trump his any day. And I bet you'd look better in a van down by the river.
Mahalo for the privacy, peeps! Tomorrow I PINKY PROMISE, as Gad as my witness, I will reveal the name and face of my favorite student as well as more finalists in my I-double-dog-dare-you-to-steal-my-heart-from-Wolfgang contest.