Two months into T I knew T was right for me. I was having a particularly hard time with the animosity of life. She compared it to a play or mystery novel, which made me chuckle to which she asked why. I told her it's probably why I love Scooby-Doo. Me:"Life is just one long Scooby-Doo episode that has ridiculous traps and it's always the adult. Besides I def smoke weed in the back of a van with a talking dog who has the munchies." T laughed, and now six months later we still refer to it.