I was going to get you a puppy:
But then this one kept saying, “Unhand me, damnable woman! I already have an owner and her views are much more politically compatible with my own than your hippie dippie sensibilities.” Also, current dog seemed a little pissy about the whole idea.
Then I was going to get you Amy Adams:
But current redhead seemed a little pissy about the whole idea.
Then I was going to get you this (a few weeks late)
But I remembered this was supposed to be about you, not me. Oopsie daisy.
So I settled on an iPod Chromatic:
and me:
In seven days you get me, in a $*,*** bow. On second thought, happy birthday to me!
October 17, 2008 at 9:17 am
I will set aside my boundless ocean of jadedness and guffaw-inducing wit, to simply say that he is one lucky-ass groom. Truly.
You’re my favorite couple in all of Adams Morgan (the nice part).
October 17, 2008 at 9:30 am
though I did not approve my likeness to be splashed about on this blog,
though I have tried and failed to understand the allure of Amy “Plain Face” Adams,
and though I staunchly believe that if two people can’t be persuaded to abandon the idea of marital jibjab they follow the Carville/Matalin model (i.e., liberal + liberal = satan)…
I must say you are the two finest caretakers I’ve ever had, and for that, I shall overlook the aforementioned points.
Kiss the ring and you shall have my blessing.
October 17, 2008 at 10:26 am
I’m sure he’d take an Aggie win. I mean, anytime.