Bitten by the Love Bug

When I showed this recent Garfield cartoon to the husband, he got teary-eyed.





















So, in honor of Valentine's Day, I will tell you about the moment the husband realized I was "The One":

We were hanging out, having conversation in my small apartment one spring day. He had the "good" chair next to the picture window, I was relaxing in the lawn chair that doubled as my livingroom furniture. As he spoke, I suddenly got up and said, "Keep talking. I'll be right back."

Small apartment. I could hear him talking as I walked all the way into the kitchen where I retrieved a newspaper from the recylables. He was still speaking as I walked back into the livingroom, but he suspiciously eyeballed the newspaper I was rolling.
He flinched when I swung the paper above his head and smacked the window.

"There was a bee. I didn't want to worry you," I explained.

He didn't say so at the time, but apparently, that really impressed him.

However, that's not when he decided I was the girl for him.

Days later, when we were at his apartment, he told the story to his roommate. I sat quietly at their kitchen table trying to look modest and cute.

He said, "And then she calmly smacked it like it was nothing! I never met a girl who wasn't freaked out by bugs before!"

---SLAM!---

The two men flinched and looked at me.
My hand was flat on the table. I turned my hand over to reveal a gross-looking smudge on my palm.

"Spider," I explained simply.

THAT's when he fell in love.


Happy Valentine's Day!