I know you guys love him too...but isn't he just the coolest? For real. He's been signed to all our favorite punk rock labels, he's toured this country like a mad man, he's got more attitude in his guitar playing than just about anybody else who's ever picked up the thang, he's got an amazing voice, the coolest friends on the planet...and he's the most humble, secure person I've ever met in my life.

I get to see him actin' like an idiot - throwin' marshmellows at me while singin' "Super Chicken"... watchin' early Bugs Bunny cartoons in his underwear while eatin' Cap'n Crunch... drinkin' Mickey's while playing video games...actin' like the Wolfman while brushin' his teeth...you know, that kinda stuff - so embarrassingly enough, it almost takes someone else thinking he's cool to remind me how cool he is. I know that sounds awful - but I forget that stuff!

So then there's times like tonight when some stranger freaks out over him a bit, starts askin' me all of these questions about his life, and I think to myself "holy crap...my husband's really cool!"

So...Danny... thanks for being really cool. Thanks for always making me laugh. Thanks for not only puttin' up with me bein' a goofball and actin' like an eight year old...but for bein' a goofball and actin' like an eight year old right along with me. I'm really lucky to have ya...now get down to those tightys and let me kick your ass at cartoon racing Crash Bandicoot! 

Ahhh, my wonderful husband...a man who knows exactly who he is and makes no excuses for it. Even when he's meeting your parents for the first time. And he's only five years younger than they are. And he plays music for a living. Lord knows it's LOVE!