I know, I know, all I do is run around catching up on these but here are some things I love about Vicky --
I love that he has so much fun with his cousins. He has more cousins than he can count and he gets along with almost all of them.
I love his sketches. He is really talented but since a mere wife is not given a sketch I'm afraid I have none to show you.
This is going to sound weird, but I love him when he's drunk. He's a happy drunk.
It's cute how he reads this blog and has a whole "Who, me?" thing about it. (Hi, Vicky.)
Erma Bombeck will be surprised by this one but nobody who knows my father will raise an eyebrow -- having my father try to teach me to drive nearly scared me off driving for ever. The only reason I can reverse the car or actually contemplate hitting the road is because Vicky made me learn. I'm still a scaredy-cat but at least I'm a scaredy-cat who can drive if she really has to. For that, I am duly grateful.
I appreciate how protective he is of his mother even when she is driving him nuts. It gives me hope.