Eeek!

Yikes!!! Yesterday I posted about my lovely day on Saturday and how wonderful the day was until BAD BAD Blogger ate my perfect Pulitzer-worthy post, and when I reconstructed the post, I totally omitted the fact that as I sat here marvelling at what a lovely day it was, my sweetie walked back in the door and handed me a Venti Mocha Caramel Light Frappacino with Whip and Drizzles. Is that wonderful or what?

I love you, babe, and not just cuz you buy me great jewelry, take me for thrilling rides in our MINI Cooper S, or because you're a really cute guy who brings me Starbucks in the morning. Okay, that's part of it. But I also love you because we like the same things lots of the time and you love my Jeep and my dog and me and because you play me Journey tunes and pick up the dog poop in the back yard and wash my Jeep and you are blind enough to think I'm cute. And just because you are awesome, brilliant, handsome, strong, and my hero.

Yep, I'm a lucky girl. Maybe I'll just repeat that like a mantra until this stupid Super Bowl is over. (Go Peyton!)