Her

She can out-silly me and laughing is easy and almost continuous. She's got lion lips and snuffalufagus lashes and apple cheeks and people have threatened to scoop out her eyes and keep them (not me). She's the fastest reader I know, and has an amazing knack for finding the best books. She loves beer and wine and has great taste and tolerance for both. She can not only fix any computer problem I have, but she also reads HTML code and helps me with all my projects. She teaches me. She's cute-grumpy in the morning and when she wakes up, she resembles the bottom of a leather shoe that has stepped on an eyeball. She's my personal cheauffer, and a hell of a lot better driver than i ever was. She says she can't play guitar, but she can and has quite an ear for music. Her coworkers ask her "what's wrong?" if she's not wearing neon. Her feet are tiny like the hooves of a horse and her toes are perfect. She looks best behind cadlelight which, lucky for me, is every night. She speaks my language. She's got that missing half of my brain. Oh yeah...and there's the name thing. That's always pretty funny and surreal.