Remind me to blog about how upset I am at the Husbear at the moment with the whole “mandatory evacuation” of New Orleans. I volunteered to take people to the airport in the AM, and he’s upset because he has to get up and be on the road by 8 AM. I’m not happy at the moment, and probably shouldn’t be blogging about it. But that’s where I am at the moment.

He’s not a selfish person. I just don’t think he understands what a hurricane is.

Actually, where I am at the moment is on the 7th floor of the Omni Royal Orleans hotel at the pool trying to figure my way out of NOLA in the morning. And gawd only knows where the Husbear is….

We arrived successfully in NOLA.

And we’re starting this party.

And screw Gustav. Homos know how to party regardless of the weather!

And here we go…

I got home from the GreatRetailEmpire today and the Husbear had the car prepared for travel and the bags (and cooler) by the door waiting to go.

And now we’re on the road. Let’s see how well the Prius does long distance.

And screw Gustav.

Happy 11th Anniversary, my Husbear.

I love you more than you will ever know.

An idea I totally stole from an image in a Google search.

From then…

Oldest picture I could find of us together, circa February 1998.

Through now…

Almost the newest picture I could find of us together, circa June 7, 2008.

… and into the future.

I love you.

Today marks my 35th revolution around the sun after having been expelled from the womb into this wonderful place we call “reality”.

Why?

Today, June 17, 2008, also marks the day same-sex couples are able to legally get married in California. I guess technically they started last night. Hopefully this will “stick” this time.

I’m sure more events of greater importance than my expulsion from a huge, gaping vagina happened today as well, but I’m rather Erik-centric. I do find it funny that today was the Battle of the Rosebud.