Eleven

Today is our eleventh wedding anniversary, and according to tradition, this is apparently our steel anniversary. Yes, steel, as in, "give your sweetie the gift of steel, and tell him/her that you are forged together stainlessly for life...or at least another eleven years."

While I wouldn't mind a good piece of All-Clad on any occasion, I have to go against tradition, and call this our Spinal Tap anniversary. Why? Here you go:



That's right. We go to eleven.

Happy anniversary, my darling. I hope that you enjoy your gift, in honor of our special Spinal Tap year. I hope that it always makes you think of me, and, well, maybe this, too:



Oh, and this, if you subscribe to the Duncan theory: