I love Bob

I love Bob. Tonight I was thinking about it, so I googled "I love Bob." It feels like I married a clone. Too many Bobs...enough to start an "I love Bob" club. Bob proposed to me when he had barely any money, so he tied a hand-cut strap of soft leather around my left wrist. (I long for more of those special moments.) Then he made a few promising vows to me and I said, "I do." He said we were "now married," but it was more of an engagement. We were married three months later, and now it has been two years. I love Bob. -Danger Dan