So. I’m not a 40 year-old (much to the chagrin of most of my friends), but I am now officially married to one.
|Thanks, Brown-Eyed Boy, for snapping the pic!|
This is what 40 looks like:
It’s all, “Really? You gonna get the camera out at this fancy-schmancy restaurant?”
|Me: Why yes, yes I am. Ain’t skeered.|
It’s, “OK, then, I’ll show you Me looking fancy.”
|The raised pinky kicks the dirty martini up a notch, dontchathink?|
|Me: Nice! I told you this new camera would be AWE-some!
It’s, “You want smolder? I’ll give you smolder.”
|Me: Work it. Work it. Make love to the camera.|