14 days

Once upon a time I met a boy named Tom.  And we decided to get married. The end.



Just kidding. This is how I knew we were meant to be:

~ we talked about poop on our first date

~ he was an adorable fat sumo baby


~ we make fun of each other and like it


~ He helps me muck stalls



~ He does nice things for me without be asked to


~ he is spiritual but still swears

~ he makes me laugh




~ he bought me a goat for my birthday (unbeknownst to him - a PREGNANT goat)



~ he likes my dogs (or pretends to)




~ he saw my obese mission pictures and knows I have F. P. (fat potential) and doesn't care


~ he is manly


~ has the same dreams as me to live in the country on a farm



He is my favorite person.

Ok. You can go barf now due to the cheese factor.