As my longtime readers know, when I first started this blog I was a hopeless bachelor, convinced that I would continue my singlehood indefinitely. I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't meant to have a girlfriend. Little did I know there was another (now retired) blogger hundreds of miles away that, despite my over-reliance on toilet humor and curse words, thought I was kinda cool - at least cool enough to meet in person. From there, I was able to charm her with witty telephone banter and my rugged good looks until she decided to take a huge chance and move to "one of those states in the middle". Over the past year, she has endured many things:- A brutally long and cold winter full of treacherous roads
- A lackluster spring
- A home that was, shall we say, a little rough around the edges
- A TV regimen that included O'Reilly's nightly "Talking Points" (and my subsequent rage)
- A great distance between her and her family and friends and beloved beaches of North Carolina
- My general annoying tendencies, far too numerous to list here
I love you, Megan. A whole lot. Like, tons. Like, you know how much I love frozen pizza? Way more than that. I can't wait to see what the next year has in store!