Eleven years ago today I married my husband. It was, and is, the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Thank goodness he was so persistent or it would have never happened, and I’d probably be sitting here with twelve cats and blogging about hairball prevention and the damned neighbor kids walking on my lawn. Well, that or I’d be writing my syndicated newspaper column and be hanging out with Dave Barry on the weekends, but whatever.
Either way, I’m glad I married McH, and had planned to write a big post on how wonderful he is (which he is, really), but I decided that would come off as a bit maudlin. So, instead, I give you a picture of our wedding cake (which my mother made):
(Excuse the photo quality. We got married back in the stone ages, before digital photography, so I had to scan it in. Geesh, I’m old.)
And a video tribute to McH:
A couple of wedding photos have been posted here.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.