Old and Crotchety
Her: One day, someone’s gonna look at the two of us and think, “What is that young-looking person doing with that old-looking person.”
Me: I’ll still think you’re beautiful, even when you’re old-looking.
Her: I was talking about you! You’re the old one in that scenario.
Me: (laughing) Let’s not be ridiculous here. I don’t age.
It was the Firecracker’s birthday the other day.
Since both kids were around, I just got some ramen for everyone.
She wanted a cake but I’m trying to avoid carbs – yes, I had some ramen, just go with it – so we compromised with a huge cupcake for her and a slice of cake for the boys.
But we were thwarted in our attempts to go low(er)-carb for her birthday when her office gave her a dozen donuts.
I mighta eaten a few before I took the pic below.
It’s gonna be my own birthday soon.
51. What a kick in the head.
Then again, it’s better than the alternative.
Her: Look, when you’re old and crotchy, and complaining about something you read in the papers, the gubernatorial race, or obnoxious kids, I’m still going to be young and vibrant.
Me: I’ll most likely be reading reddit, but otherwise: Accurate.
Location: earlier today, Central Park, playing hooky with the boy
Mood: hungry, what else?
Music: So what, we’re a littlе drunk, let’s go home togethеr (Spotify)
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