My husband apparently thinks I want to be married to a 44-year-old.
So he went ahead and turned 44.
Now what am I supposed to do?
Sigh. I had no choice but to celebrate his birthday. And like a good wifey, I took him hiking. I even attempted taking an attractive selfie with him. But we failed because we're old now. Uhhh...I mean...he's old now.
Larger sigh.
No matter. I'm such a good wifey I bought him an ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins and let him eat a cheeseburger and fries for dinner - even though I could hear his old heart groaning beneath the grease.
Kitty bought him a nerd toy - a mini Sphero. They get each other.
I bought him a new office chair for his old back. It took 6 weeks to arrive. Apparently it rolled itself to our house from the East Coast.
Alright, I guess I'll keep the old guy. (But not much longer.)
Happy Birthday, Mykey!
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