My pookie:

- thinks I don't hear her when she sings in the shower

- first than to me, she is married to her work

- turns into a real tomboy when we watch football on tv

- has the ability of bearing me even when I'm the most hateful person in the world

- loves when I run my fingers through her hair

- drives me crazy when she tells me she wears some sexy underwear under her sober lawyer clothes

- has the most perfect mocha skin I've ever seen

- sometimes makes a detour to the park on the way back home from work just to smell the scent of freshly cut grass

- loves to watch shooting stars from the window

- thinks I'm unaware of her fixation with my ass

- cried only at Angel's funeral and I never saw her cry again, but sometimes I hear her sobbing during the night

- loves to tangle her legs with mine in bed

- still blushes a bit when we kiss in public, and that makes her even sweeter

- is afraid of thunderstorms and wants me to hold her tight when the wind is howling outside

- must look in the vocabulary every single word she doesn't know the meaning

- can drain a beer faster than me and she never fails to make me aware of it with a teasing smirk

- loves to slap my bra and see me go mad

- doesn't eat cornflakes because she says they taste like polystyrene

- thinks I don't know she has a collection of Playboy in a box under the bed. Hehehe…

- puts her face close to mine while I'm waking up and laughs her ass off when I open my eyes and get scared

- comes to cuddle me whenever she sees me sad

- always wear a delicious perfume that makes her smell like vanilla

- loves to turn on the radio and dance with me

- can't talk on the phone without drawing things on a paper

- isn't perfect, but makes me feel the luckiest person on Earth every day of my life

This is my Joanne. She's born this way.