The internet undoubtedly could reveal the mystery list to me. Due largely to my profound belief in hubris, however, I do not seek this knowledge.
The Goat and I were married 18 years ago today and this morning I discovered this venerable year goes to porcelain.
Despite my magnificent photographic skills, its difficult to see that the rose is porcelain (it is). Happy anniversary Goat.
I swear I can hardly keep my pants on.
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UPDATE 7:10 p.m. EST Nov. 28, 2010: That ol' Goat had a little dark blue box for me at dinner.
I love my Goat when he gives me porcelain roses. I love my Goat when he gives me little dark blue boxes.
And I love him when he doesn't.
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