when i said, "you don't think i just married another pretty face?"
he said, "pretty face?"
and that there comment deserved a big fat kiss--
for you see, this man of mine is multi-faceted.
he sings, he jokes, he plays the guitar, he laughs,
but today he fixed.
and i am down right proud of him.
we girls need a guy that owns a couple of tools.
once late at night we thought we had an intruder.
my man armed himself with a hairbrush before he descended the stairs.
luckily he didn't need to bing someone good
but, once again i was happy not to go down those spooky stairs myself.
no, he's not just another pretty face.
he's fun, reliable, kind, and mine.
i'm lucky and happy--
to have hitched my wagon with a fellow that can fix what's broken.