The past few months have been so lovely, because I met a nice boy, and he plays the accordion and he has a beard, and he makes me so, so happy.
And my hair is longer than it has been in years, and it’s going to stay that way because I love when he runs his fingers through it.
Shhh! Don’t tell.
oh my lord I love you. congrats on your amazingness and the fact that someone is lucky enough to be with you!
Yay nice boys!
Bring him to Sault Ste. Marie next time he follows you to Canada. It’s even colder cooler than Portelginland.
PS: why can’t I use html in your comments?? Colder was supposed to be crossed out.
Yay, happy! I’m amazed on a daily basis that after years of dating poop heads, the following two items are actually true: 1.)Nice boys exist 2.) Some of them actually go for smart, strong, not-deathly-thin women. (like me)
These are wonderful truths, and they never cease to amaze me. Happy!!!
It looks like our secret is out! But I’m sure nobody here in your loyal audience will tell. Right??
Well gosh, it’s true. That bearded accordionist is in fact very, very lucky indeed. And very, very happy.
Beards forever!
Bearded boys = awesome sauce
Yay! Bearded Gentleman Callers are the most awesome awesome sauce of all, I have recently learned.
And I don’t know why there’s no html in my comments! Aarrrrrg.
let’s hear it for BEARDOS! I always hated beards on men until I met my husband, a world-class beardo. Now I am hooked. It smells so good and looks so good and is so fun to make jokes about! “I never thought it could happen to me.”