last night, you used our creme brulee blowtorch to brown the mozzarella on our pizza. when i saw this, i knew i married the right man. then, you indulged me in a whistling contest in our living room. you won fair and square. admittedly, your whistling skills are much better than mine. i love the fact that you could not stop laughing at my whistled rendition of "eye of the tiger." if our neighbors ever peered in our windows, they would think that we were crazy for sure. but that's okay, because i pretty much think you are the coolest ever.