02-14-05

Love is...having the spot on your back scratched that you can't reach.

Love is...asking your man to run to the store for maxi pads....and he does.

Love is...having the freedom to fart as loud and long as possible only to receive a standing ovation from him.

Love is...telling him to go hang with the guys and not to worry when he comes home.

Love is...trying to find a song you recognize in the rhythm of his snoring, instead of beating the crap out of him.

Love is...always having Oust spray on hand for the times he decides to leave his own scent.

Love is...getting a hug or snuggle without the expectation of spooning leading to forking.

Love is...hearing him serenade you completely out of tune, with lyrics that make no sense, while gazing adoringly into his eyes .

Love is...understanding your man's need to have tools.

Love is...understanding that shoes are to women, what tools are to men.

Love is...laughing so hard you pee your pants a little and your partner will never tell.

Love is...catching your man staring at the gorgeous blonde and using that opportunity to stare at the hot guy in Levi's.

Love is...pretending to feel like taking your partner out when you're really ready to sleep for 3 days straight.

Love is...hearing "when will you feel better?" when you're sick, while watching him revert to a child and act as though death is impending, when he is sick.

Love is...not having to say "I love you" but you do anyway.

Love is...kissing her in public, despite how gay you might think you look.

Love is...the ability to ignore the whiskers that feel like sandpaper ripping your face apart.

Love is...knowing when you messed up and apologizing before it's 2 weeks with no whoopie.

Love is...pointing out the booger hanging precariously in their nose, BEFORE being seen in public.

Love is...the ability to laugh every day and look forward to tommorow.

Love is...finding the one that all these things apply to.