me and the mister are all like in love and stuff

here's a wee little postie about the mister. i love him. me and him took vows to love each other and to do so for the rest of our lives. cooincidentally, we did it eleven years ago today. he's not going to read this, cause he thinks this whole bloggeddy do dad is laaaaame. those of you who are lucky enough to know him in real life would already know that he thinks this is lame. you might know that he even "booooos" it. whatever. he's part lame, too. i wouldn't have picked him if he weren't. he's perfect.

the moral of the story is: even though he'll never know that i told you all how much i dig him, and how glad i am that he picked me, i do love him, and i do dig him. enough to tell the internet.

(no picture today... i hafta go git ready for church. i'm gonna even invite him to take a shower with me. married people get to do fun stuff like that. he he he.)

arrivederci, rebecca marie

p.s. the haiku game is still happenin'