A warning

I'll take a page from The Wild and Wily Brunette's book (blog) and write:

A Letter To My Future Husband

Dear Someone,

I just want to warn you, that this is how I'll probably be. So prepare yourself. Rosalind, in As You Like It, said it best:

Maids are May when they are maids,

but the sky changes when they are wives:

I will be more jealous of thee, than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen,

more clamorous then a Parrot against the rain,

more new-fangled then an ape,

more giddy in my desires than a monkey:

I will weep for nothing, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry:

I will laugh like a Hyena, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.

I'll try not to be like this, but chances are pretty good that I will be.

If it helps, I'm sorry!

You've been warned.

With absolute love and hope,

Me