Ode to Ted (aka The Odor)

Once upon a time, I met this dude named Ted. He seemed like a cool cat, so I said,"Let's hang...".

Ted had better save this for posterity, because I cannot guarantee that I will continue to be so generous with my compliments.

This guy is solid like a rock. He always has my back, in or out of our house. If I want something, he does his best to get it. If I need something, I get it. If I am embarassed, he has the good sense to look away or do something more embarassing himself to distract the attention from me. If I am hurt, he locates the source and extinguishes it. If he can't do that, he holds me and tells me it will be alright. He takes care of everything. The poor boy even mops!

And in return, he has been allowed to breathe! But only when it doesn't bother me...

He is a wonderful husband, father, and friend. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky... then he asks me if I have ever been to Holland and farts under the covers. So it sort of evens out.... :)