I may look all sweet and romantic, but rest assured, at least once a week I do (or more typically SAY) something that makes her throw something heavy at my head.

This comes as little surprise to anyone, I'm sure.

Neither of us are entirely sure of the exact date when we first met (I know it's sometime in the next week or two), but for the most part, Chelsea has been putting up with my shit (the chucking of heavy objects not withstanding) for a year.

This, on the other hand, comes as a surprise to pretty much everyone. Luckily (Very!) for me, she's something of a masochist.