Like so huge, there should be a national holiday so everyone can celebrate with us.
So huge that I am sure only a handful of people in the history of the Universe have celebrated this milestone.
Today is our 11th wedding anniversary.
On the 11th day
of the 11th month
in the year 2011.

I know.
Just say it.
It is huge.
HolyMotherofAllThingsHolyHuge.
Send gifts please.
Or cash.
Or shoes.
Buy us a lottery ticket because I feel lucky tonight.
*ahem*
We were married on November 11, 2000.
It was a cold, clear, windy day. I was nervous but not as nervous as my poor father. I hated my makeup. My dress got very dirty. I took a pill so I wouldn't get the poop soup cramps in the middle of the ceremony. (I didn't crap for over a week). Many of our friends got drunk and threw up in the bathroom. My purse went missing. My purse was found. And we lived happily ever after.
*applause please*

3 children.
Career changes.
House selling.
House building.
Loved ones dying.
Friends disappearing/divorcing.
Health crap.
3 children.
Horse buying.
Garage building.
3 children.
And we are still here to talk about it.
Hugely successful of us if I do say so myself.








