So, no, your link might not be up yet. The road to hell is paved not only with good intentions but with empty champagne bottles, one of which got the better of me last night. It was tenth anniversary champagne and after Jackson got his thimbleful he said, "Why can't we have champagne every night?" He is truly his mother's son.
As I mentioned, traditional gifts for the tenth anniversary are of tin or aluminum, so Jack got me this lovely little tin toy:
Ooooh, ride a rocket, baby. Jack is big on double entendres. The less subtle the better.
But Jack is not the sort of man to whom you give tin knickknacks. Aluminum knickknacks, however, are another matter: