It's our anniversary. Amy and I first got together six years ago tonight--or at least we think it was six years ago tonight. We're a little hazy on the date, to be quite frank about it. But this is the night we've chosen as ours, and so we're putting on the sorta-good clothes, and we're off to dinner. It's been the best six years of my life, and Amy tells me that the same is true for her. Here's hoping for another six thousand at least.