A Minx After My... Um... Heart

Before I start posting here regularly, I just wanted to pop in here and say a couple of little things.

The Minx has been an inspiration. Not just in life, but in spirit. A Queen. A mother. A Hero. A beautiful friend. She's been through a lot of crap, and rose through it all. (I suppose if you lazy bastards read the banner, you'd know that already.)

In spite of everything she has going on, she still finds the time to be there for her friends. For support, a shoulder to cry on, and sometimes, even to pass you a Kleenex when you are crying so hard that a little booger is trying to drip out of your nose.

You HAVE to love a woman like that. I figured I'd married the only woman in the world who could be so caring and so damn special. But then, I met the Minx. And, she runs a very close second to Mrs. Kickyourass. (Mustn't forget her, lest my ass be kicked.)

I Love You Minx. In fact, everyone who comes here loves you. (Or, they better...)

It is my absolute honour to have the privilege of posting here. So, readers of Curbed Enthusiasm, sit back and get your dose of anxiety and rage. Then, flip through the pages of Minxdom for romance, heartbreak, betrayal, and beauty.

(I can't believe I just said all those mushy things. But, when you're talking about The Minx, not much else comes to mind.) (Well, some impure thoughts. But, we won't talk about those just now.)