If for whatever reason Nathan in the future would go back on his original notion that living with me was a good idea (hahaha) and decide to leave me :'( I will most likely track down Andrew Bird and force him to marry me.
I will convince him this is a good arrangement by supplying plenty of violin and guitar strings, keeping his suits well pressed, and helping him brainstorm more zaney rhyme schemes (don't they make rhyming dictionaries? I'd have one of these). I would have a thermos of honey-lemon tea and a pocket of chapsticks to make sure his crooning and whistling is always top-notch.
Very fortunately Nathan and I have a good thing going, so this wild eyed scenario isn't going to happen. And thank goodness, because the ol' boy makes me very happy (for instance, he brought me a donut this morning!) And let's be honest, hunting down Suitor no.2 would be a feat, and I would be a very jealous stage wife...Although I was once a mere 4 steps to Andrew Bird and terribly excited about it (me--dance teacher--Dosh, the drummer--Andrew Bird)!
But for real--he might be the world's best whistler, and that's enough for me.
Fitz & Dizzyspells - Andrew Bird