Here's a brief glimpse into why our relationship works. Yesterday we were in the car, stopped at a light next to a Metrobus. I looked over and saw a sticker on its side window with a picture of the Metrobus and the words:

Why Travel Any Other Way?

I read it aloud and this exchange (meant for no one, really) followed:

Me: Ummm... because I want to get there on time?

KingofHearts: Because I want someone to actually show up when I need to be picked up?

Me: And I'd like to not be accosted on the way.

KoH: Oh... and the stink.

Clearly, we were meant for each other.