Twenty-Seven Years In

Dear Dungarees,

A note to my other half on this, our anniversary day.

Fine Farmer/Hot Husband, I want nothing but you on our Anniversary.

Just kidding.

More llamas, please.

Despite my farming failures, I wouldn't want to wear overalls with anyone else. Happy 27th.

PS. As a special gift to you husband, I squeezed the toothpaste from the bottom of the tube this morning with excellence and precision, rather than squashing it from the center like a maniac.

I Know You Little, I Love You Lots

I know you little, I love you lots,
my love for you could fill ten pots,
fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,
three teacups, and four dishpans.

Shel Silverstein