Look at those lips in Rovey's pic above the calendar. Mmmmm! Looks like he's puckering up to plant a big, soft, smooshy wet one on some lucky, lucky girl. I'm gonna run outside and see if I can find a star to wish on...
(I'd say something about the stars he puts in my eyes, but that would be a bit *too* cheesy, even for me! I swear, I'm not usually like this. It's just somethin' about my Rovey.)