Dearest Scooty,
Second time is the charm? I love our Sunday mornings in bed, Weeds marathons on our couch, and how you always give me the option of top or bottom every weekday morning. I have even grown to love your brand. I am glad that you can still love me even when I throw out your ripped boxers, bite you too hard, poke you too much, insist on watching Jon and Kate, and shrink your gym pants. Thank you for everything that you do for me, and for us.
Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.
Looking to Touch your Coffee Table
This article appears in Jan 29 – Feb 4, 2009.