


We were watching The Soup the other night and they cameoed a reporter named Harry Balzer (his real name) who was talking about hot dogs. Andy slapped his knees and laughed like a 12 year old. Of course there are times like this that I wonder how we ever got together, but most of the time I adore him so completely I can't imagine life without him. I guess that's what marriage is all about. Being driven batty crazy by the man who hurts your head and makes you happy all at the same time. Andy, thanks for two great years. You are the best decision I've ever made.