I was impressed with Liz from the day I met her. I remember that day well. I was recovering from a little incident with a cigarette and a rock that left me with three broken ribs. I was checking out their place, needed a place to live at the time and they had space in their trashy huge rat infested place nestled between a stream and a pear orchard north of Talent (Oregon). I was struck by how commanding her presence was. Kind of like a teacher is... DONT EVER USE THAT TEACHER VOICE ON ME LIZ! SPANKINGS WILL ENSUE!!

Several months passed, many roomate-sagas, many nights of heavy heavy drinking, the "sausage incident", etc. Then I had a little tiff with my boss, and left for a two month mental vacation in Mexico. When I came back, devoid of hair at this point (picked up bugs, ick), she was the second person I saw... and to quote her "wait, who's that cute boy?"... romance ensued. And it still is ensuing. Whatever that means.

In conclusion: Liz, what more could a man ask for in a wife? STAY AWAY FROM HER SHE IS MINE!!!