This is my Valentine. We'll call him Hubby. Isn't he cute in his new glasses? We will be celebrating out 9th Valentine's Day together this year. It's hard to believe. It all began one fateful day in April, 1999. Who would've thought we'd end up like this? Not me. Like I said in a previous post, I didn't think it was gonna be a date. I thought I was gonna watch him play darts. He tricked me and it's been nothing but fun and games since. Well sorta. Sometimes. Most days we drive each other crazy. It's our way of entertainment. I love him with all my heart. He tolerates me like no other. He has the patience of a saint. And I just figure, one of these days, he WILL win the lottery. We don't share a sappy little love story like so many of you out there in blogland. More like a take on The King of Queens. It was and still is a friendship which blossomed into something more. We don't live a day without sports or a week without pizza. I make fun of his lack of hearing, his love of 70s music and the way he mumbles incessantly. Oh and I have to tell you, when I ask him to hide sweets from me, how he forgets where he puts them. If I didn't have all those things in my life, I just wouldn't be complete. Happy Valentines Day to my own personal St. Louis Cardinal Loving Foot Warmer!!