I like John. Johann. Zuke. Johnny Scoflaw.
John and I are getting married four weeks from today. The experience of putting on a wedding and pledging to spend your life with your best friend is wonderful, complicated and enlightening. This morning we have been doing the dirty work of financial check-ins, reviewing accounts and general administrative duties.
This is not hot, passionate, sexy work. BUT! When one has to do such work, what a joy to do so with the guy one digs the most. Even when that guy gets grumpy. (pout)
It's ON!
1 comment:
Dear artful worrier:
We like your prehusband too. Why? He is kind to the artful worrier. He makes the artful worrier laugh. He likes cats. He appreciates the outstanding human being that is the artful worrier. He sings well. He make a mean pasta dish. He will cherish the artful worrier for the rest of her life. He wears neat hats. He likes bugs....butterflies in particular. He is nice (or puts-up-with) the artful worrier's parents. That's not all ...but enough.
Sincerely...the Master worrier. :)
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