He plays many instruments and is forever taking on new obsessessions, but he's stuck with me for nearly 20 years now.
Even when he drives me crazy (Utilikilt anybody?) and scares me to death with the recent motorcycle accident, he's still the guy who puts up all my mishegas, which is a lot of damn mishegas. "No honey, I can't go to bed right now, I'm trying to write underage crossover femslash crack with Test Card Girl and Tarot Girl"
We're going out to Fog City Diner tonight to celebrate and I'll pass on any good wishes that come in.