September 3, 2008
She often smells of coconuts.
She can make a plaid shirt and gumboots look hot.
She can keep up with me on a dirt bike and can fix one better than me.
She plays guitar and piano and sings like an angel.
She's tough, tender, sharp, smooth, cool, dorky, hard and soft.
There is no question that she is all woman, but I would rather have a boys day out with her than with most of the dudes I know.
Love you Iron Mary. You're my hero
