Oh, I forgot to tell you what I got for my Mian for our anniversary. It was my mother's idea. And by idea, I mean fault. She suggested a concert or something, which took me to the ticketmaster website, where I saw a listing for something truly dreadful. Something M went to once during his grad school days and loved. Something he'd recently mentioned wanting to take his son to one day. Something I would never, ever want to have to endure. But because it's our seventh wedding anniversary, and because I know how much he would love it, I purchased it anyway. And at great personal sacrifice (to my dignity, at least) in mid-January I will be accompanying my two boys to a Monster Truck Rally.

(Of course later I told him I was going to COMBINE this present with his birthday next month and he's not getting a birthday present, which he was fine with.)