If Dan Connor from Roseanne had been raised by Austrian immigrants (and had been forbidden to play hockey and instead steered toward tennis) and found his identity and love for the Northwoods through surrogate family– a hunter, fishermen, a man who can do his own plumbing and electricity, fixes anything with a motor: motorcycle, snowmobile, snowblower, truck… that man would be my husband. And that man would give me this link for Valentine’s Day saying “this guy speaks my heart”: http://m.gq.com/blogs/the-feed/2013/02/how-the-shit-my-dad-says-dad-celebrates-valentines-day.html
“aw, I think you’re flirting with me” I said.
“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said”
Happy Valentines Day