Toby Joe and I met four years ago today. I just got a HUGE bouquet of roses delivered to me at work. Most of the women here are shocked.
Wait, a man sent you flowers on the anniversary of the day you met? How on earth does a man remember that?
I’d like to think he remembers the day we met because I’m the best thing that ever happened to him. But I know I have that in reverse. You see, I am really, really hard to deal with. I am even harder to live with. And for the life of me, I can’t seem to change that. It’s in the genes of all Wojick women. We drive our men just crazy enough to not remember to leave.
I know there are times I take The Beaner for granted, but the truth is, I can’t imagine my life without him. And I do hope that he outlives me, because the day I stop waking up with his legs strewn all over my body because he’s part spider is a day that terrifies me.
(I love you, Beaner. I really, really do.)