Caught a bit of The Simpsons last night. The family was re-enacting various historical happenstances. One situation was concerning Joan of Arc. A portion of the dialogue went thusly:

(Speaker of unknown significance) "...and we'll win the victory."
(Homer) "Victory? We're French! We don't even have a word for that!"

Thank you, Lance, for remembering our anniversary. Seven years. Linda and I both agreed that it has been a success in that we haven't killed one another yet.

She worked a ten hour shift with her case in Evansville. I worked thirteen hours with my case in Janesville. Cards, flowers, fine dining on carry-out Mac double cheeseburgers, and crashing early. The romance is still there.