That's french for "me." I'm cultured like that.
It's always a welcome surprise to see a cut-out of your husband's head on your computer:
My own personal scavenger hunt took me to back to the OC campus where we met, dated, and blah, blah, blah. It was so fun to go back to all the places we
made out studied together.
Thank goodness he understands that behind every great woman there are great amounts of caffeine.
Per his request, I am sparing you the notes with all the little inside jokes and dating memories, but you get the gist - after all these years he still thinks I'm a "great catch."
How blessed am I?