An Ode to Hubby

Try not to frow up, it is my second wedding anniversary and I am going to celebrate it with a poorly contrived poem.

(Note: There would be a Hubby photo right here if Blogger would get its act together.)

An Ode To Hubby

On this here blog, I call him Hubby
but at home he has lots of different names
Most of the time I call him Bubba
but not when we're playing board games
Then he's "WordNerd" or "Cheater pants!"
and maybe I throw in a four letter word
Especially when he whups my ass at Scrabble
Hint: it's another word for "turd"
But don't let me misguide you
I love this man to death
He makes me laugh, howl, scream and cackle
until I'm all out of breath
I knew I'd marry him one day
when I stood hunched over my kitchen sink
nearly delirious from laughing
and chucked till I was pink
We have lots of great memories
stretching back over our six years
Everything from drunk nights in Vegas
to crazy gay dive bars on New Year's
I can't imagine another person
with whom I'd want to spend my life
and for him I made that last sentence gramatically correct
because, for the second year, I'm a happy editor's wife.

Photos from the freakishly wonderful weekend to come.