Geralyn and I have been married for 9 frickin' years today! I only say "frickin'" because it doesn't seem that long ago that I was a starving grad school student mooching off her and her parents for free food and laundry service. Which, come to think of it, I've been doing again for the last few weeks while we get our housing situation worked out. And according to my Google search, I'm supposed to buy her either pottery or leather for the 9th year. Hmmm...
But at any rate, thanks Geralyn for 9 great years. Let's go for 9 more!
...I mean at least 9 more. Preferably more. Definitively more.
I'm going to stop typing now.