I like him.
No, wait. I really like him.
I pink puffy heart him with a side of marshmallows.
I think he is made of win and sex and cherry coke to the 10th degree.
It isn’t just because he’s a good provider. It’s not only the hot sex. It isn’t the fact that he buys me tech gadgets to get in my good graces.
It’s also his kind nature, his wicked sense of humor and the way his hair looks all spiky and silly every morning.
There’s more though, so much more… the biggest part of my love for him comes from the intangibles. The little things that make him who he is not just in our home, but in the world.
All of that stuff though… It’s stuff I get to love him for… not even stuff we really share with the outside world.
“So” you may find yourself asking “Why the hell are you babbling on about it?”
Fair point. Good question. Why indeed.
Because right now I have something of him I can share with the world. Something I am so proud of him for.
When Mr. Kaos isn’t busy being Mr. Kaos, he tends to call himself by another name. That’s right… The mild mannered Mr. Kaos has an evil musical alter ego… and now you can share in the fun: