His name isn't Harry at all, and he's no Tom or Dick either. I married my best friend, and have been happily attached to his hip for more than a decade. He cooks, does laundry, changes diapers, reads bed time stories, and more. Wow, I really did get lucky. He's also a man's man who gets dirty, rides a motorcycle, and dresses up really well. He is still a man, with quirks that can dance on my last nerve. But, I love this man more everyday. If I happen to blog about his annoying habits from time to time, just remember all the flattering things I said too.