He calls me a "jinks" b/c whenever I'm there, something always happens. --The chair didn't work right, the drill broke, that stupid rubber dam wouldn't stay on. Little things like that.
Honestly, would I do a thing like that?
::evil laughter::
He's from New York. (I'm not sure where) And there are a lot of places around here that he's never been to. (I guess it's b/c of all that extra work he does.)
. . .and he loves country music.
j/k
Well, there's not much more than that to tell ya.
Did I mention that he's cute?
