Yesterday I got home from a ritzy junket business trip to LA. My plane was late so my wife and I didn’t have much time to celebrate our 11th anniversary. Back at the house, Rachel gave me a card. “You’re more than just a funny, smart and lovable guy,” it said, “you’re mine.” Inside she wrote:

September 22, 2007 at 3:58 pm
i heart charlyn marie marshall !!
September 22, 2007 at 5:02 pm
Is that gel I see in your hair? I do believe it is. The Soth coiffed? I thought I’d never see the day.
September 22, 2007 at 6:02 pm
If you love them, spay and neuter them.
September 22, 2007 at 6:08 pm
Jen, thanks for noticing. It is a new product called Schwetty.
September 22, 2007 at 6:11 pm
Too funny Shane!
September 22, 2007 at 8:35 pm
Congrads on your 11th. But why not a photo of Alec and Rachel?
September 23, 2007 at 1:17 pm
I see fame does have some nice benefits
Congratulations on your anniversary, you sound like you have a wonderful relationship.
It’s always a surprise seeing a photographer for the first time, when previously you only knew them through their work. Although I knew that the photo of Charles on the cover of your Sleeping by the Mississipi book was not you I just assumed you looked like him.
September 23, 2007 at 4:30 pm
no baseball cap – nice! (haha)
September 23, 2007 at 10:35 pm
If you were on the NWA802 flying out of LAX, I would’ve been the cat at the back engrossed in Natalie Angier’s latest and choking on fumes. How were the freshly baked cookies…
September 24, 2007 at 4:20 pm
Congrats on 11, working on #11 myself.
Thought this was hilarious. Alec’s evil twin???
Not sure how to link in an image… Hope that worked…
September 24, 2007 at 4:21 pm
Nope didn’t work.
How about this….
http://www.worlds-fair.net/mail/images/IMG_1379catpower.JPG
September 24, 2007 at 4:32 pm
…and then the folds of the universe began to collapse rabidly before my eyes. I could see its edges begin to crumble and reveal all that was ever unexplained and mysterious. Simply seeing this hidden and indescribable joining of all things that never made sense together, provided the solutions to all things that were suspended and questioned by life itself.
– Phil