Reasons my husband loves me

My husband is a nice man. Why he married me is a mystery. I recounted, just yesterday, the romantic tale of our nuptials to my neighbor, Jenny. See, Ted and I never "dated". We met while he was in college and I was a working stiff. We remained friends for years. He decided that if he was going to get married, he'd like to marry me. I decided against that offer. The next year, we were cleaning up at his house after cooking out (still totally not dating) and I said "Why not?!" Two months later, we were wed. In between the decision and the BIG DAY, we had discussions about life issues, just to be sure we were on the same page. We discussed our political views, plans for future children, where we would live, who had what pre-existing debt and assets, you know romantic junk. I clearly remember saying to him,"I am not a nice woman and I don't really plan to get any nicer." I am pretty sure he wasn't paying attention.



Here are five reasons my husband loves me:



1. I enjoy cookies. This means I am now comfortable with my body and not frequently asking, "Do I look fat?"

2. I want to paint our SuperBeetle an iridescent tie dye and install a singing horn.

3. I buy remote control rats (only when they are 50% off post-Halloween)

4. I fall for his goofy jokes, because I am gullible. (Ex: Ted says to me, you know why they sing that song don't you? I respond, Why? Ted says, So you don't have to! ARGH)

5. He can't remember his own birthday, but when asked I can give all his info, his parents info, his family tree, his SAT scores, etc.



Five things my husband loves me in SPITE of:



1. I am an inch taller than him.

2. I give him cake when he says he is fat.

3. I love to scare him.

4. I sing the Hippo song six months out of the year.

5. Even when I know I am wrong, I will insist I am correct just to irritate him. This causes him to doubt his rightness and waiver in his opinion. HEHEHEHE





The next time you see Ted, give the poor boy a hug!

Heather