It appears that the future anchor to my ship believes that she is marrying a backwoods redneck with a crude sense of humor and little appreciation for the finer things in life. A man who measures himself by the size of the caliber of his gun and his ability to speak in acronyms, rather than his ability to discuss the boiling politics of the lower Scandanavian penninsula. Yet, this baffles me, because as much as I love her, I can't figure out where she gets these crazy thoughts from....



And beware, my love, for you know not where you tread. You just may bring out the devil inside of me....


-Will