The Doctor (of Love) is In

Okay okay okay, we're doing something a little different tonight. I wrote a BUNCH of stuff this week, blah blah blah this one isn't about me.

Fair warning: you're gonna want to read to the end of this one.

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I get asked all the time: "Chelsea, how did you get such a dope life partner?"

And here's the thing: I don't know.

But what I do know is that I wouldn't be here without him.

He keeps me going.

He feeds me.

He brings me tea.

He loves me even though I'm obviously having some kind of affair/co-dependency issue with my laptop and several dead women.

He watches TERRIBLE movies with me.

He even went for a run with me after I had my knee surgery (he H - A - T - E - S running) so in case I fell over and died he could carry me home.

He's my best friend

and a straight hottie

and before today,

I thought I knew how lucky I was.

Reader, I was wrong.

Because today,

in solidarity to the massive undertaking that is my book....

My husband

made me this:

Don't recognize Gritty? Click the pic and read this.

"Is that a Gritty monument?!" you ask, incredulous. "Did he make that in Minecraft? ... On survival mode??"

"Why yes, yes it is. And yes he did," I reply.

A perfect likeness.

And with that, dear Reader, we rested.

Happy Labor Day!