Today was our sixth wedding anniversary, which we celebrated by succeeding in having other people pick up the tab.

First, we headed up to Whistler where I cashed in a free nights stay at the Westin Resort and Spa, which I earned by helping them out at a conference back in May (the things people will give you for showing up in public places wearing spandex and trying to explain that riding an expensive cafeteria tray at 130 kph down an even more expensive frozen water slide really isn't THAT crazy ... )

Then we headed out to dinner, courtesy of Jay's parents. They will be happy to know that we didn't burn the money at Chuck E. Cheese's, but totally classed it up at a fancy restaurant called the Rim Rock Café, which not only required reservations and serviettes, and served food that looked like this:

... but also called for me to dig way to the back of my underwear drawer and pull out something that wouldn't cause me to suffer from VPL when combined with my spiffy white pants. It was THAT fancy.

Finally, after dinner (where we broke all cultural protocols governing taking pictures of your food at a four-star, Zagat's-rated restaurant) we headed back to the hotel and cracked open the bottle of bubbly that Jay's cousin Thorsten bequeathed us during his visit here last week.

Room, food, drinks ... and no bill drenched in guilt? Definitely a happy anniversary.

Summary: This was one of those weeks where you crossed something off of your garage-sailing wish list that you were thoroughly convinced would be impossible to find. Like, say, ohhhh ... I don't know ... glass fish attached to floating glass balls to put in your quasi-aquarium to keep the plants company, since they are the only things that refuse to die.

I have also discovered that garage sales are a great place to get music, as people are chucking out CDs by the dozen since the advent of iTunes. So I managed to cash in on a four-for-a-dollar deal, although when we are speaking about my tastes in music, it might be somewhat risky for me to identify the artists whose creative efforts I acquired, for fear of ridicule and/or harassment. So to keep myself safe, I will instead give them the pseudonyms of Sweat Fiddler, Man Car Bin and Fart Schema with Pride.

The tally:

• 2 floating glass fish ($0.25 ech)
• 4 CDs ($1)
• Bakers` racks ($0.25 each)

Total: $2.00

Husband Tolerance Alert Level: Low The music just gets ripped and added to iTunes, the fish get plopped in the already existing plant aquarium and the bakers racks mean more spaces for cookies to cool. No one can complain this week.

Find of the Week: Definitely the floating glass fish.

Summary: Slim pickins' this week, but not a total loss. I've been looking for a humming bird feeder, since there lots of humming birds in the area. And, of course, one can never have enough sunglasses (see Husband Tolerance Level Week 4).

Lastly, a yoga block ... for free ... SCORE! And why do I need a yoga block you ask? Because, for some reason, I am the most inflexible person-who-was-a-gymnast ever and can barely touch my toes without a thorough warmup.Said yoga block is a nice support for days where I don't feel like blowing out a hammy trying to do a lunge.

But, all in all, a particularly uneventful weekend of driveway haggling.

The tally:

• Hummingbird feeder ($0.50)
• Sunglasses ($1)
• Yoga block (Free!)

Total: $1.50

Husband Tolerance Alert Level: Low
The Husband was as excited about the hummingbird feeder as I was, so no problems there. And his toe-touching abilities are about as impressive as my own, so the yoga block will be doubly put to use. And the sunglasses were covered in last week's report.