Sixteen Candles

Wm HATES this sweater, but I think it is adorable.  So, I set it out for him to wear this morning and he was all, "I don't like it!  It is embarrassing! I just want to wear a long sleeve tshirt!  I am warm blooded - I don't need a sweater!"  Using my wiles (sad face and pleading eyes and saying, "I would feel so much better all day knowing you were warm....") I got him to wear it!  I couldn't resist snapping a picture.

Note his twig legs.  Cutest.

Today is the 16 year anniversary of when Steve and I started dating.  Steve doesn't give a flying fig about said anniversary.  He says it's "not important anymore" since we got married.  Yeah...meanest guy ever.  But, he did agree to some "anniversary celebratory poses" this morning.

Shooting the anniversary lighting

I think he's trying to run away...

No idea what's happening here....

or here so much

SIXTEEN YEARS, MAN!  That's a long time.  Steve pointed out this morning that if he had knocked me up with an illegitimate lovechild, they would now be getting their driver's license.  He's such a romantic.

In other interesting news, the neighbors came over and knocked on the door a little after 3:30 yesterday and said there was a squirrel in their house.  So Steve went over and captured the squirrel.  He returned home, triumphant, and no sooner had said, "hopefully there was only one!" than the doorbell rang again.  There was, in fact, another.  Their kids were screaming and crying and this squirrel proved to be much more elusive. So the women and children stayed at our house and, after the arrival of the other husband, the menfolk spent HOURS trying to get that squirrel out.  It was quite the event.  I told Steve he could now have his own reality show.  STEVE: Squirrel Hunter.