Today is our two year anniversary. Before leaving for work, Yosuke showered me with kisses (he has never missed a single day), and told me that he has a package coming and that I should pay attention to the door bell. So ... I impatiently waited ... Finally, the bell rang, and I ran to the door as fast as I could ... to only be disappointed to find photographic prints at the doorsteps.(see below).

I have a love hate relationship with surprises. I can't seem to function until I know what they are. I'm supposed to be at the peak of my productivity time today, I sat at Yosuke's desk and tried figuring out the best way to scratch things off my list: work, shoots edit, print orders, album orders, phone bills, emails, pet society on facebook, car insurance, dinner reservation, blogs, and etc ... instead ... I feverishly walked back and forth, checked the front door, and sang. Because singing increases productivity levels, or at least when Yosuke sings and plays his guitars. But, who am I kidding? I can't sing, I can't dance, and I have got no rhythm.
I then saw something red at the door. Why didn't the delivery person ring the doorbell? He's such an idiot. Hehe. Anyway, the moment of truth arrived ... Yosuke had two dozen roses delivered! They are absolutely stunning!!! :D


Dearest Poopy Head,
After all these times together, I am still obsessed with you. Obsessed in every way and any capacity with the person you are. Today, I write this as your fiance and your lover until end's end. And your best friend until our very last sunrise. Yosuke, I am madly in love with you. Today, much like yesterday, and very much like tomorrow. Happy Anniversary, My Love.
With much love,
Stinky Pooh