It was a long road. You might even say it was really really really really long. But difficult? Nah. It was life. Stuff happens in life. Things fall apart, things get put back together. When I think how lucky I am to wake up next to your mom every morning, I can’t help but be amazed at how easy it all really was.
All I had to do was get out of the apartment for a couple hours so Uncle Marshall could propose to Aunt Lily. Go to the bar. Meet your Aunt Robin. Convince your Aunt Robin to fall in love with me. Break up with your Aunt Robin. Go on the rebound. Go get a rebound tattoo. Go get the rebound tattoo removed. Meet Stella. Convince Stella to fall in love with me. Get engaged. Get left at the alter. Get fired. Get beat up by a goat. Get a job as a professor. Teach the wrong class. Date the wrong girl. Date the wrong girl again. Date the wrong girl a few times actually. Let Uncle Barney fall in love with Robin. Let Aunt Robin fall in love with Uncle Barney. Book the wedding band. Go to their wedding. Make sure their wedding actually happened. Leave a little early. Be in the right place at the right time. And somehow, summon the guts to do stupidest, most impossible thing in the world. Walk up to that beautiful girl standing under the yellow umbrella and start talking. Ted Mosby, summing up the show in less than two minutes in the alternate ending, proving the journey was really the most important part. (via theboggartinmanhattan)
I understand the need for the blonde Barbie doll.
I think the ‘snogbox’ aka ‘grumpy old cow’ may just have something to say about that offer.
We both call our husband ‘Moron’ as a term of endearment.