First, go read TG's blog entry in celebration of her and her husband's 11th anniversary. I was really touched by what she wrote.

Second, I am watching a program on PBS about hippopotamuses. When I was little and tripping over my own feet (as opposed to now, when I am big and tripping over my own feet), my mom used to say that I was as graceful as a baby hippo. Well, in the water, baby hippos really are graceful. Huh. Who knew it was a compliment?