Bad hair, bad skin, bad breathe, bad feet, bad stuck in the 80s clothes, bad GRES Scores, bad duck walk, bad credit, bad music taste, bad Yankee accent, bad--oh so bad--poetry, bad cooking, bad temper, bad childhood stories, and bad joke telling, not dirty just plain bad.
That was all before you met my parents and was obligated to work on the garbage truck, and you married me anyway. Thank you.
Happy Anniversary, my Handsome Husband. Thank you for loving me and all my flaws for so many years.
