I am screwed

As I sit eating frozen blueberries it comes to me how hard it is going to be for whoever I marry- he has some BIG shoes to fill. My dad brought these jus- of- the-bush-blueberries up for me; he also has re-done the floors in my condo, and is in the middle of building me an entertainment center. Thinking about it I’m not sure who actually picked these berries, it may have been my mom, but either way I am VERY spoiled and whoever this future boy is better understand that I have VERY high expectations!