Happy Anniversary, Sweet Baboo:
He who is my finder of lost things, and buyer of things sparkly and perfumey, and (and now, buyer of all things that for me that help me go fast ) has put up with me for eight years now.
That's no small feat, believe you me.
Right now, he's listening to "Polonaise" with great enjoyment. When I hear it, I think of BugsBunny. Some of you know what I'm talkin' about. Yeah. You do.
I lose my stuff constantly. He finds what he can, and replaces and insures the rest.
He's very neat, and tidy. I'm, well, not.
He's quiet, calm. I'm noisy. Frantic.
Yet somehow, it works, and it works very well.
Here's last year's anniversary post. Longer. Mushier. Uncut.
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