So I met this guy

when I was sixteen. He was trying to pitch those little red-hot candies into my cleavage.

I was not amused.

In retaliation, I dumped my coke on his open calculus book.

And the war was on.

Six years later, we married on my twenty-second birthday and have been happily married for the last nineteen (!) years.

Today is his birthday. Happy Birthday Matt - I love you!!!

I'm glad you have good aim, despite your poor decision making skills.