The Anniversary of Steel

On Saturday, Brandon and I will celebrate our eleventh wedding anniversary. And by “celebrate,” I mean that we’ll probably make out in the kitchen while Caleb plays on his DS.

The traditional sort of gift one is supposed to give for the big eleven is steel. I’m just spitballing here, but one lucky guy just might get:

A. A Terrible Towel

B. Looking at him with this face.

C. Quoting, thoughout the day, lines such as “Shelby, drink your juice,” “Looks like two pigs fightin' under a blanket,” and “The only reason people are nice to me is because I have more money than God.”

D. A mix CD, featuring the works of Steely Dan, as well as Billy Joel’s “Allentown.”

E. A swordfight.

F. The Empire State Building.