Wuv, twue wuv...

Three years ago today, a very pregnant ms. wobs and I stood barefoot on the beach in Hawaii, hoping the rain wouldn't soak our marital vows, performed before a crowd of applauding balcony-bound vacationers. It's been a very, very good three years since.

I love you, sweetie.

To celebrate, ms. wobs, myself, and the wee one are taking a family vacay starting tomorrow way down south in Mexico way. So, after today, the noodle will go quiet for most of a week (barring my getting a wild hair up my butt and a handy internet café) while I sit on the beach, sip margaritas and Pacifico, and catch up on my reading.