Thursday, November 12, 2009
Most of the time, I'm convinced you are the perfect husband. You make me laugh, you write me songs, you cook dinner, and you're quite the cutie.
Other times, I lose my patience with you, I take you for granted, and I snap at you when I'm late for work. (Let's be honest, I know it's not your fault. But not snapping is hard.)
All of the time, you have fabulous taste in television, coffee, and food. Let's go watch some Ugly Betty, How I Met Your Mother, and Gilmore Girls.
PS: Sorry about the losing-my-patience bit. And the addicted-to-the-computer bit.