Sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

a tale of fateful date.

That started in a tiny cubicle,

with many glimpses from across the way.

The boy was a hot boss man,

The girl sure was swell.

The two went on a date that day,

with a buffer friend in tow, with a buffer friend in tow.

The girl was sure in luck,

as gold she was sure she had struck.

If not for that fateful date, she knows she

would not have love, would not have love.

Corny I know.

Today we celebrate 8 years of blissful marriage.

We both laugh at blissful, cause it is as corny as my lame attempt at lyrics above.

We have our moments, sometimes more then we would want.

But we get through them.

We do not feel the need to make work, but the want.

I really believe that mutual desire is what makes our marriage.

Dinner and a movie are planned.

No gifts needed.

Just each other.

Man I am super corny.

I think the only way I could top my corn ball salad would be with a

I ♥ Jeff

t-shirt.

XOXO

Have a happy day.