MY RULES
iF you want to marry me, here's what you'll have to do:
You must learn how to make a perfect chicken-dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey socks,
and soothe my troubled mind,
and develop the knack for scratching my back,
and keep my shoes spotlessly shined.
And while i rest you must rake up the leaves,
and when it is hailing and snowing
you must shovel the walk...and be still when i talk,
and--hey--where are you going?
-silverstein
heh. i understand this.
for, i too, am MUCH to picky.
easter means 
and those mean  ...
happiness to me. | 
