The train video will have to wait for tomorrow, because tonight I am posting pictures of our anniversary presents to each other. I was thinking of wearing my wedding dress, but I spent an hour at the garden plot weeding (which barely made a dent), so I am disgusting and sweaty. Then Travalon came home, and we exchanged gifts. I gave him what he requested: a stuffed Stanley Panther from the Florida Panthers hockey team. (True story: I've ordered so much Florida Panthers stuff for him that I now get email updates like, "Panthers win!" And I can barely think of anything I care less about than hockey.) So here's Stanley:
Travalon gave me a book called What It's Like to Be a Bird, and he gave me a reproduction of a Led Zeppelin blacklight poster, but alas, it doesn't look nearly as interesting under blacklight as the ones I remember people having back in college.
After that we watched the video of our wedding, and then we were a little late logging into Night Prayer, but everyone heartily wished us a Happy Anniversary. What we missed from logging in late was that one of the Dairyman's Daughter's cats, Claude (Clawed?), caught a mouse and brought it to her as she was singing the hymn, so she was caught off-guard and the leader had to sing the last verse. Ah, the joy of pets! Just yesterday I was telling Travalon that there's one thing I don't miss about pet ownership, and that's trimming claws. I've done it for rabbits, guinea pigs, and parakeets, and they all hate it. Sometimes I think it would be lovely to have a little creature around the house again, but there are advantages to only having plants.
Famous Hat
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