We go to eleven

11 years ago, we made everyone fly to Kentucky in the snow (I think there was snow – I could be wrong) to watch us get married and then get hammered.  (Sounds like we were the only ones who got hammered.  Far from it, my friends.)

Happy anniversary to us!


  1. Melvin?

    Don’t call out your mother, Table. Not nice. And, Betty, we know you don’t remember; that’s exactly the point. O_o

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