Happy 11 Years, John.

This poor blog is suffering from severe neglect because I've been Christmas and baby busy.  I have about 10 posts I'd like to write one day...but it may never happen.  In any case, I did make my husband an anniversary present.  Today is our eleventh year of marital bliss--with plenty of blunders sprinkled in for good measure--but happy we are indeed and I even have a slideshow to prove it. 

I wish I could offer you a plate of crackers with the heavy side of cheese you are about to devour.  If saccharine makes you sick, you can always skip it.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Happy Anniversary, John.  Like Olivia Newton John sang all those years ago, Y

ou're The One That I Want.