No not my birthday, my husband’s.
For six months, he’s older than me and I enjoy every minute of it. We’ve been married since we were 18. When he turned 20 he called me a teenybopper for six months. BIG mistake. This girl never forgets. Here’s a sample of yesterday’s (his actual birthday) conversations.
Me: You look good for your age.
DH: Thanks, that helps.
Me: You don’t look a day over 56.
DH: That’s because I’m not a day over 56.
Me: Do you feel old?
DH: Yes, so stop asking.
Me: I don’t think you heard my question a minute ago, your hearing must be going.
Me: Walmart has a sale on geriatric vitamins.
DH: You’re not making this any easier.
Me: You know what they say… Age is a matter of mind. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
DH: A 20 year old wrote that.
Me: Thank God I love older men.
DH: That’s supposed to make me feel better?
Me: I promise I’ll love you when you’re old and gray.
DH: I’m already old and gray.
Me: See. I keep my promises.
Happy Birthday to the sexiest old man I know!