You Married Me

There are many times that I feel sorry for RJ for marrying me.

Like,
I think it's hilarious to put the ice cube tray back in the freezer with one cube left.
I don't crush boxes when I throw them away.
I can listen to the same song over and over and over and over (almost like a 3 year old can).
I sometimes don't replace the last toilet roll.
And, I'm forever waking him up at 3am "What was that?!".
(I should probably stop before I get to the really annoying stuff)

But,
We were driving back from the hills on the weekend... I was singing Eurythmics Must Be Talking To An Angel (google the song and YOU try to sing along, it's impossible) and sounding almost exactly on pitch as how Bride of Chucky would sing it. But, as well, we had Baby Bride of Chucky (aka Zoe) in the back seat singing "Winkle Winkle Wittle Star" at the top of her untrained pipes.

Yup, RJ, you poor soul, you married me.
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