Category Archives: How to Charm Me

Drive my ass to work at the butt-crack of dawn, even though you have the day off and could be sleeping in. That is love.

Leave the house before me this morning, ostensibly because you want to get to work earlier, only to clean all the 2-day old snow and ice off my windshields before you go.

Grin like a maniac when you see Hoss on the ultrasound for the first time, and then sign an email to me later in the afternoon “love, Dad.”

*barefacedly stolen from Dooce