Ode To Otto Man

I just adore my husband Otto. Not only does he do the grocery shopping, but he also brings home flowers along with the milk. When we get take out food he is always willing to pick up Chinese and Italian. And whenever I am low on cash I know I can go through his suit pockets and turn up a reasonable amount of change without a surcharge. Furthermore, when the pooch murders a large rodent, Otto takes care of the carcass. He even gave up cologne because he thought the dog was allergic. Otto also takes it well when he has me laughing at him hysterically. Tonight I was feeling so thankful and I told Otto that he was The Bomb. He said, "Really?! Gee, thanks!" I asked him if he knew what that phrase meant and he said, "No, but it sounded real nice."

I am not really sure if he is from Mars, but I love him.