Evolution Of The Anniversary Cake

Tomorrow is John's and my wedding anniversary, so I've been thinking: Remember how the first few years you always celebrate at some fancy-schmancy restaurant? ("Lhappy Ammversary" is totally how I'm saying it from now on.) And you not only remember the day - you even remember how many days it's been. After a while you dial down the festivities, though, and maybe just bring home some take-out and a cake: (The urge to scratch in an "I" at the end there is overwhelming.)(YOU'RE WELCOME, tech guys.) Past the ten year mark you both might start to get a little fuzzy on when and what exactly you're celebrating: "Here's a cake. Hope I got one of those days right.""Who are you?" But hey, at least it's happy. "TMI, mom & dad. TMI!!" John and I are still a long way off, but I hear making it to your 50th anniversary is a real education: "Presenting the 2026 graduates of the Aniversity... of LUUURVE." So, John, sweetie, Happy Arricorz. (Changed my mind; THIS is how I'm saying it from now on.) And…