365:116It would appear that any old original photograph will fit the theme today, it is [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Intellectual_Property_Day]World Intellectual Property Day[/url]

My DH bought me flowers for no reason, other than Love, I guess.

A little bit of Shakespeare seems appropriate today: Intellectual Property Rights bothered him not one whit, allegedly.

SONNET 116

[i]Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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Double whammy.

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