scrape

I am very fortunate that anyone will put up with me for 8 minutes let alone 8 years, alas it's true though because my partner has been with me for 8 years and tomorrow is her birthday. In the words of Ouiser from Steel Magnolias she "must be on some mission from God."
And ever if the words "opposites attract" were true, then that depicts us to a tee. We're ying & yang, light & dark, right & left - you get the picture. We really couldn't be any more different yet it works. While I'm reading Vogue she's reading Handyman's Workshop. If I were ever recruited to be on Survivor I'd want to take her as my one item. In the first 15 minutes of being on the island, she'd not only have a shelter built, but a row of condos. I on the other hand would have a sunburn and about three thousand bug bites. I don't do outside very well. In fact I don't do a lot well. I have attempted to cook, but then there was that call to poison control. I've tried to do laundry, but they're serious when they say to separate your lights and darks. I've even tried to hook up the dvd player, but those extra sparks were not supposed to be there. So I do what I can, which is um, well I'll get back to you on that.
Anyway, tomorrow is her birthday and while the cupcakes I will make her will undoubtedly be burnt, she will just scrape until she finds the good stuff- kinda like what she has done with me. I love you hunny bunny. Happy Birthday.