Hello everyone.

It's almost noon on Saturday, and I've been awake for about an hour. My beautiful wife-to-be, Jen, is still asleep in the bedroom, and I'm in the computer room... there are times when I wake up and, no matter how much I like just lying in bed, I /need/ to move around, to get up and /do/ things.

This is a thing. And lo and behold, I'm doing it.

I love her. We have our disagreements, we have our problems, we don't always see eye-to-eye. We grow impatient with each other, we don't understand what the other is saying at times, and we occasionally say things in anger that we don't really mean. But in the end, after all is said and done, I love her, because we can sit down and talk to each other rationally and figure out what the problem was, and where it came from, and how we're going to work past it. It's wonderful.

Look at me go, I'm getting all gushy. :)

This is the woman I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with, contrary to the thoughts of some utterly ignorant bastards who thought it would be funny to take up a bet on when we'd break up. Let them bet. I happen to know that one person, at the least, has placed a bet that we'll be living happily together for a long, long time, and to that person, I say this... congratulations, you're going to have a good deal of money coming your way when the time comes to collect.

And now that I've got that out of my system, I'm going to go say good morning to my fiancee.