One year above water!

One Spring Day, a year ago, cupid shot me with his arrow,

Said: “I have the man for you”, hooked me up with Mr. Darrow.

After being peed by his dog, along came the interrogation,

He asked me if I had tattoos, or time of incarceration.

He claims I said he was old and with a player reputation,

I was just pointing the obvious and sensing the situation.

I said “If you are a womanizer, at this point you better stop,

Cause if this Latina catches you, there will surely be chop-chop!”

Our relationship turned fun, kept improving like the weather,

As I blasted his eardrum and spit my drink on his sweater.

Along came our honeymoon, in that great Italian place,

Where I over drafted his card, prompting the suffering face.

More adventures came along, including more trips and mingles,

Saying I should swim with sharks and blaming me for the shingles.

Ha says I’m too old to party and bad in communication,

I say I’m good at intertwining and avoiding hard conversations.

Although our different love languages, cause us to curse and mutter,

We know that whenever we fight, it means that we miss each other.

Whoever would have thought that the attorney that kicks ass,

Would fall for the hot Latina who uses earmuffs as bras!

Now I cannot live without him, I know that he is my man,

Even if I drive him crazy and I’m just a nine out of ten!