It rained on our wedding day.

Today is our 11th anniversary.
It’s raining.

We celebrated last weekend, by abandoning the kids and going to a street party.

It rained.

It’s a theme we have going.

She goes, “it’s ironic”
And I go “don’t you think?”
And then she goes “it’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife”
And I go “that’s just silly. Who has that many spoons, but no knives? I mean, I could see it, if you, I dunno, placed a bulk order for cutlery from China… because it was a cheap deal, and then the crate turned up, and... instead of 3,333 knives, 3,333 forks and 3,333 spoons, you got just... 10,000 spoons, but that’s more ridiculously annoying than it is ironic, and I’d be asking for my money back. So, yeah. Crazy talk.”
And she goes, “Shut up, and kiss me, you dick.”

Rain is good for plants.
And washing cars that don’t get washed.

Money’s tight so we aren’t doing gifts.

But I managed to whip up a little something-something, inspired by last weekend: