It goes to eleven

Cas said somehow he was very impressed with the fact that we'be been together for 11 months. He also admitted that he had no idea why this particular milestone impressed him so much. Later on in the evening, he uttered the classic line from This is Spinal Tap, "It goes to 11."

That must have something to do with it. 

When I got to his place with a pair of Subway sandwiches, he had a bottle of wine ready. It was named Fleur. Flower. Because I got flowers today. Cute. 

In other news, Frank and Claire Underwood remain, as ever, horrible people. 

I'm happy and exhausted. One more day at work this week, though I have to head to UIL competition this weekend, and Cas has to go chaperone his school's rather ostentatious prom that night. This weekend is conspiring to rob us of our together time, but we managed a whole lot of it last weekend, so I think we will muddle through.

I'm pretty thrilled that we go to 11, though.