All the fights, the drama, the freak outs, the dirty looks, the passive agressiveness, the silent treatments, fingerpointing, all the backseat driving, bills, midnight farts, 2am farts, all the slammed doors, crying, yelling, all the disappointment, depression, anti-depressants, all the dirty diapers and all the goddamned dog hair...
Dude, I still love you more now than ever before. Thanks for running away with me. Happy Anniversary, assface.
October 4, 2004