I'm still processing the whole thing, through a mind that was recently completely blown, but I have to show you a picture, Internet:
Anne gave me a surprise party for my 40th birthday. She spent a year planning it, and gathered 165 of my friends -- from around the world -- into one room to celebrate with me.
And because that wasn't enough for her, she got my teenage crush, Debbie freaking Gibson to surprise me, and sing Shake Your Love, to me, at my party.
So... I don't even. I have the best wife and the best friends ever in the history of life on this or any other plane of existence.
