Love is when...

Normally I do not read forwarded emails. However, I got one the other day about a group of 4 to 10 year-olds that were asked, "What does love mean?" I breezed through it, and there about 12th down on the list was one that reminded me of a recent bus ride home.

"Love is when you give someone a mint instead of telling them that their mouth smells like old cheese." (Jamal - age 8)

The bus is usually filled with smelly people. One night last week, Dave and I had just gotten on and we were chatting and he kept wrinkling his nose. He started scowling at the people in front of us. Then we'd talk some more and he started making gagging noises. I asked him what was wrong and he said that someone on the bus stunk and he thought it was the drunk in front of us. I immediately suggested that it was my breath, which as I smacked my lips together was perhaps not the freshest. Though I was joking, apparently the huge stink on the bus was not anyone on the bus, but in fact his very own, usually fresh as a daisy, fiance. It's rare that DG has anything against me, so he was tickled that I was actually so gross that he was repulsed. Luckily I remembered that I had tic tacs in the bottom of my purse that I had received in my Christmas stocking. I put one in my mouth, but DG told me to keep going. It was a 4 tic tac job.

I think love is when your girlfriend's breath is so bad it smells like an old drunk guys day old garbage, yet you can both have a good giggle about it, and you still love her to pieces. Seen above is last year's pic that DG sent me. Happy Valentine's Day.