It’s our seven-year anniversary tonight (more or less; we don’t really know the date so we picked one at random six years ago), and we are sitting around the bedroom watching The A-Team and having a deep, romantic conversation including these sentences, all uttered in the last five minutes:

“I called you an irritating bitch because I love you!”

“I can’t believe there are only 1,230,000 hits for ‘gay robot porn’ on Google.”

“Did you just say gonorrhea milkshake?”

“Can Patrick Swayze wear capri pants?”

“We are all in some way or another going to Morningside to die.”

I have now cracked every Patrick Swayze joke I can possibly think of, and Len has fallen asleep. I am going to go eat the last of the ice cream before he wakes up so I can have it all to myself. Ah, romance.