My honeybear:

- loves to cover her rusk with an incredibile amount of chocolate spread and gets angry every time the rusk breaks in the middle

- she'd rather die than admit she snores

- hides my glasses when she doesn't want me to work on my papers, so I'm forced to do something "special" for her to get them back

- doesn't remove her make up at night only to wake me up in the morning saying: "Look Joanne! I'm a panda!"

- often curles up in bed and cries her eyes out thinking about Angel

- says she hates me at least three times a day when she's on her period, never meaning it

- loves to climb on the roof and tell the world that she loves me

- is scared by every type of bug except caterpillars. She thinks they're sweet as hell.

- has not yet figured out how to do a proper laundry

- gets very much into films and talks with the character telling them what to, getting upset when they obviously don't listen to her

- goes outside when it's raining just to sing "I'm singing in the rain"

- knows exactly where my weak points are and loves catching me unawares kissing and touching me in those points

- slaps my butt in public places on purpose to see other people's expressions

- has a spark of despair in her eyes whenever she sees the scars on her arm

- never misses an episode of Gilmore Girls, still dreaming of a mother she never had

- loves to rest her head on my shoulder, occasionally giving me a kiss on the neck or cheek

- acts like a child most of the time, yet be surprisingly wise when she wants to

- has learned all the legal terms watching Law & Order

- tickles me mercilessly when I don't want to divert attention from my papers

- begged me three days to go to the cinema to see Madagascar and laughed her ass off like a child during the film

- flaps her hands frantically to make the nail polish dry faster, sticking out her toungue when I call her "little hen"

- says sometimes she hears Angel's voice in the wind that whispers through the trees

- has a pair of hideous bunny slippers given her by Collins. She called the left slipper Dil, the right Do. My God…

- pretends not to be scared when we watch a horror movie and then spends the night glued to me

- isn't perfect, but makes me feel the luckiest person on Earth every day of my life

This is my Maureen. She's born this way.