This week I posted on facebook that Marty tested my love for him. He asked me to take him to BART a couple of times. The one at 12:30 p.m. was fine. It was the one at 7:00 a. m. that was the test. I do not do mornings. But for Marty I was up and dressed and took him to the train. Then for two days I told everyone what a saint I am.
This weekend, he proved his love big time. He took my car and put gas in it, he thought the tires looked low and checked the air pressure, he went to the grocery, AND he washed my car.
He is the winner in the proof of love contest. Diamonds are lovely, roses are sweet. But buying gas, washing the car, and going to the grocery: this man is a keeper.
Back off ladies, he is mine!