I love Valerie.
by Ross Catrow
In response to my wife’s direct threat of strike, I have come here to blog because I do infact love her with my heart. Also the implications of a strike are far reaching as I am quite lost without her.
So wife. I love you. A whole lot.
I love you because you are zany. People probably don’t think you are zany, but you are. It makes me feel special because not everyone gets to see your zaniness. Here is a sneak-peak for everyone not married to my wife. This is what she is saying (in a high voice) right now while cleaning up the downstairs for potluck:
What’s all this junk in the trunk? I’m Ross I like to leave my bike stuff everywhere, even though I have a specific bin for it. I’m a poop-face. My name is Poop Face McGoo.
And
I looooove shiny tables
I mean…? But see I love you because of stuff like that, not in spite of it.
Also I think of you more than I think about how Andrew Jackson was the worst president ever. I promise.
So I love you forever, ok?
I was thinking today about how amazing it is that Valeree is supporting your through your professional change – I mean, it’s not that amazing when you think about it in Valeree context but it is still a pretty big deal – especially since this seriously inhibits her freedom to buy adorable clothes. Granted, you are awesome, but still a big deal.
xo!
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you should have held out for more concessions!
I personally would never give up the freedom to buy adorable clothes.
Awww, the strike is over. I love you, too, hubs. And Maura also because she’s awesome, too.
aww man. you guys. sigh. back to studying.
Actually historians are torn about who is the worst American President. For many decades it was believed that James Buchanan was the worst, but recently, George W. Bush has acquired a very strong following as well.
But it’s great that you love your wife and all.
I’m just curious as to what brought the strike on to begin with.