More Than a Million Minutes

This past Saturday, Amaia and I celebrated our two-year anniversary. Traditionalists (clarification: hardcore, know-their-stuff traditionalists) will remind us that the second anniversary is the anniversary of cotton.

So if you’re keeping track, the anniversary authorities want you to give your beloved some Q-tips to go along with those 3×5 index cards you gave her on your first anniversary. And people still wonder why half of all marriages end in divorce. Stick with flowers, a card and dinner like I did. Or, listen to the Old Spice guy: two tickets to that thing–look again–now they’re diamonds.

Never fails.

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