Because Handyman is at Hunter's Education class with #2 and we are not celebrating until tomorrow, I will hold off on the whole sordid saga of how we met and were instantly in love, and he didn't tell me his name and I hunted him down like a trophy elk...
Instead, I'll show you the real lovers around here:
His Royal Highness, The Love Machine, in his crock. (This is in our dining room, and when he is asleep in it, he snores and it echoes.) If you want snuggling, this is your guy. He'll sleep anywhere touching you but would most prefer to have his nose touching your lips, breathing your sweet ?? breath as soon as it leaves your body. He wants to knead every inch of you into perforated mush before settling in, however. One of his favorite lounges is, me, when I'm on the computer. He also enjoys laying a large part of himself on the west end of the keyboard.
He will sleep in any number of locales...
(We removed the dolls for their own safety.) Or here,
Goldilocks, he ain't...Sorry, Mr. Electric Company, the cat sat on my bills.
All's well that ends well. Wishing you could have a bud like him this Valentine's Day!