Love Letter

Dear Mister,

There are many things I love about you.  One of those things being our car-ride-crooning.  Especially the car-right-crooning sessions that are followed by living-room-dance-parties.

I also love our shared love for quoting movies.  For instance, the other afternoon at lunch/dinner we were trying to think of the word insomnia to describe Mom's lack of sleep, but you thought it was narcolepsy.  You quickly rebounded and realized that narcolepsy is someone who cannot stay awake.

To demonstrate what narcolepsy is, you reenacted the scene from Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigalo when he figures out a way to let his narcoleptic date eat soup by tying her hair to the coat rack.  She falls asleep but her hair keeps her from drowning in the bowl.

Classic.

It is safe to say that I love how much you make me laugh.

Take Luck,
LP