As it always happens, Dave has his birthday, the day after Christmas. Seriously poor planning on his parents part. I'm just saying.
There was no porn-o cake this year. The Boyz are getting older, too many questions, too many requests for "a middle piece," and absolutely too exhausting for me to pose that long in my camo bikini.
He settled for a date at our new favorite Mexican place, and a Red Box night. You know you are getting old when you would rather watch a movie on your couch, than brave the holiday crowds at the theater. Of course I think it has more to do with being able to view your cinema choice without pants, than the "holiday crowd." He may be older than me, but not necessarily wiser.
We've started trading gray hair plucking for arm tickles. I happen to have a thing for older men, especially the salt and pepper look, but I think he is being a bit dramatic with his gray obsession. He is only 34.
I love his guts.
He is my B-to the F- to the F- to the F........yes, that's right. Three Ef's.
Happy Birthday, Babe.
There was no porn-o cake this year. The Boyz are getting older, too many questions, too many requests for "a middle piece," and absolutely too exhausting for me to pose that long in my camo bikini.
He settled for a date at our new favorite Mexican place, and a Red Box night. You know you are getting old when you would rather watch a movie on your couch, than brave the holiday crowds at the theater. Of course I think it has more to do with being able to view your cinema choice without pants, than the "holiday crowd." He may be older than me, but not necessarily wiser.
We've started trading gray hair plucking for arm tickles. I happen to have a thing for older men, especially the salt and pepper look, but I think he is being a bit dramatic with his gray obsession. He is only 34.
I love his guts.
He is my B-to the F- to the F- to the F........yes, that's right. Three Ef's.
Happy Birthday, Babe.
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