Two years ago, when asked if I promised to love you, comfort you, honor and keep you for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, being faithful only to you so long as we both shall live, the only honest answer was that I really, really do. Two years have passed and my answer remains the same. You are my best friend, my teammate, the first person I turn to in all situations and the only person I can imagine sharing every single day of the rest of my life with. You are my ever-present buoy in the sometimes tumultuous waters of life. Here's to year three of married life, and to all the years to come that will stack on top of each other faster than we can ever predict that they will.

I hope you remember on this day, (and every day) that this ring is my gift to you, a symbol that I will love you forever, with all of my heart and every last bit of my soul.

I'm your moon. You're my moon. We go round and round.*

*from i'm your moon by Jonathan Coulton

This is not acceptable Meatloaf.
no love,
TheBon

PS. Tiffany, you're not off the hook either.

I know that it is too much for your sensitive soul to be subjected to any noise at any time. However, the fact that you insisted on banging on my wall, not once, not even twice, but three times at 2.30 pm on the Saturday just past could not (and did not) change the fact that it was not my music that you were hearing. Rather, it was music belonging to BoomBassBartender who lives on the other side of me. Bass travels well, especially along the outside of walls. So, I'm sorry that when I tried to stop your banging by ringing your doorbell to talk to you like grownups that you chose to hide from me (resulting in me having to call the apartment manager to come and make you stop). I'm sorry that my living next to you has been nearly three years of constant torture and injury to your sensitive soul simply by virtue of the fact that I exist.

Again, you get no love from me,

TheBon

Ms. Agoraphobic and BoomBassBartender are only two of the things we hate about this apartment. We've wanted out for well over a year now. However, it has not been feasible for us to pack up and move, or else we would have been long gone. *sigh* Technically I never should have rang her bell, we're not supposed to ever confront another tenant. Instead we're supposed to call the apartment manager's cell phone and let him deal with it. Normally I'd have no problem with this but, quite frankly, I was steamed by her idiocy.

-I made some new friends. Kelly, S, M, E and of course, my dear doppleganger, the other Bonnie
-I bought Gert, my trusty spinning wheel without whom I fear my head would explode on a semi-regular basis.
-I did some traveling. Several trips to various points in Washington, a trip to Las Vegas, and the trip in which I introduced TheBoy to the beautiful state of Maine, the state that will forever be my home.
-I visited two fiber festivals-The Black Sheep Gathering and the Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival.
-I spun copious amounts of yarn and knit many things. I couldn't even begin to catalog either here so let's suffice to say that I didn't do nearly as much of either as I wish I did.
-I bought a new camera and even started to learn how to use it.
-I helped to welcome into the world one of the sweetest babies I've ever seen and then wished he and his parents best of luck as they relocated back to the great Midwest from whence we came.

No matter how good you've been Aught-Six, Aught-Seven promises to be just as  full of big, wonderful thing--like descending upon San Francisco and Stitches West and TheBon-TheBoy Wedding. I'll miss you Aught-Six, but it's time to move on. Best Wishes Aught-Six, I won't forget you and all you taught me.

Welcome Aught-Seven,
TheBon

*I will forever and always equate the word "aught" with some of the best professors that I've ever had. I am so thankful to count them among the people in my life.

There is no love here for you.

TheBon

It should be noted that neither TheBoy or I have ever done anything unkind to this neighbor. She was doing laundry the day I moved in, I smiled, and she looked the other direction. I said hello to her a few times, but have long since given up since she seems to be afraid of other people. Even the apartment manager says she complains about everyone, mostly without reason. So, totally not me.

I also know that you approved this idea. You had to have in order for the road crews to have been out working and for the road to be all torn up for months. Now that it's almost done in the part right around campus, I was relieved. You see, something like a bajillion students are going to descend on campus on Monday. And on Wednesday night, you went in and started resurfacing the most direct route to campus from I-5 north. So, there are fewer lanes of traffic to accomodate all that extra traffic. And then today, this morning, you diverted us from turning into the University the only way that most of these travelers would know how. Luckily, it's not a very difficult diversion but one would think that you would try to avoid confusing thousands of drivers by making them make a weird and random u around a currently blockaded parking lot. You couldn't have worse timing if you tried [which of course you don't since things rarely ever happen on schedule, you first talk about them for decades before doing anything.]

No love today,
TheBon

Love,
TheBon