Day 46. 173 pages, 81,837 words.
Well Hell. Looks like it’s the 1st of September, and that means I have been a happily married Hatboy for fifteen frippin’ frappin’ years.
I will add this humble blog tribute to my equally humble declarations of affection and gratitude elsewhere. Words really can’t express how I feel about this little lady, and that’s a darn shame because when they were handing out strengths, I was all like “words”. And they were all, “are you sure? We’ve got chiselled good looks, rock-hard abs, consistent temper, gigantic penis? That last one’s very popular…” and I was all, “no, words. It’s gotta be words. Also, stop smirking at my penis.”
And since it looks like I am about to be buried under the paper landslide at work again for a while, I will make this brief.
Miffle, you are my everything.
Wump and Toop are also my everything, but they’re, like, new everythings that sort of came along and everythinged over the top of the everything you already were. You were everything before there was all the other everything. You’re a load-bearing everything.