So I'm just a rubber band, minding my own business. I live in a drawer, along with other assorted office supplies - a stapler, pencils and pens, sticky notes, and the thumbtacks. One day, the drawer is opened and in comes a hairband. I shat bricks when I saw her - damn was she FINE. Her name was Shelly, and she was wonderful. We started dating not long after we met. Even though I'm a rubber band and she a hairband, we managed to overcome prejudice against all odds. After dating for nearly a year, I proposed to her, and she made me the happiest band on earth by saying yes. We got married two months later. The ceremony was wonderful - we had the stapler perform the ceremony. All of our friends and family came. Fast forward five years - we now have two wonderful children, and I landed a high-paying job organizing the drawer.