What it takes.

Mr. Morgan,

We married each other in what I think was 2003, after a long trial run of what was in store for the other, but we can both be honest in that it was what can be called the "polite" phase of most relationships that mean anything. When you begin a courtship and know you don't care it's fine to let a fart fly at will or make idle complaints that are expected to escort you to a door.

Our polite phase has gone into reality and I don't mind you so much. I am actually intrigued by many of the odd things you do, with consistency. I too am consistently odd, it does not go without notice. You seem to love my eccentricities, and there are plenty, and I am forever amused watching you be amused over the most remote of things, and yet very angry over the same things. In all our differences, we are alike. You look at something and make the biggest stretch of "why" thinking and I smile ... wow I so was just going to say that.

Sometimes you don't like me. That's fine, sometimes I don't like me and even the dogs will chime in that I'm not likeable-worthy. Until a frenchfry is in my hand that is. Being latched to a person for this long and it only gets better right? is never easy. You are loud. Your opera sucks. You nag me like I'm younger than you, and you are not sorry for being so righteous. In turn, I'm chirpy, I don't listen and am never ever sorry for being so righteous. We don't really spend that much time together, we share air in the same fortress but not too much together and that seems intentional from both of us. I wonder if that's normal, or just normal for us.

For our Anniversary, I had no money so made you a Cheeto Puff Love Bug. Complete with pretzel arms and legs.


I hope you didn't eat it. It was toxic and not mean for consumption.

Your dedications are two fold.... this one from me.....



And this one, from you because really babe.... you have it pretty good as far as wives go. Am I a pain in the ass? Absolutely. Am I sorry for it? Not too many. Flip side, have I transformed into a crazy cook out of boredom, and you are often found lost in the hallway wondering how you can function without clothing and I have to point you to the right direction, which in fairness changes often. So from you to me, thanks for the song... in many ways you ARE lucky, more than you fucking know, and I am too. In the last year you have finally loosened uop enough to prance naked in front of me. Did I say finally? Like I didn't know what was under there silly rabbit. I am very happy when when you do the naked man prance, as I am also a known streaker, greeted by you with a belt of "NAKED BIRD!" It gives me great joy to see you loosen up and adapt to some of my things. Find a woman who would play a game of "mep" (muppets) over a phone line and hang up without a single english word. Mep mep mepmepmep. Back and forth for 30 seconds then click.



I love you, and I know you are wild for me and that you do appreciate me. Keep an eye on that fever.... rawr. Hard to find two people who are as keen on what the other is doing without showing it, you check on me all the time to be sweet because you know I have nerves and I check on you because you often look thirsty. Here's to another darling, end of the day... you are mine mine and I adore you for being a nut who loves a fellow nut, we play, I wouldn't trade anything for it.

- DM