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After breakfast, I snuggled back into bed for a few minutes with my husband.
“I just wanted a birthday cuddle,” I told him.
“Mmmm. Happy birthday,” he said.
“Do I look any older?”
“Mm-mm. Not at all.” It was dark in the room, so of course he couldn’t be trusted.
“I don’t feel any older, but I am. I’ve got a wrinkle.”
“You do? Where?”
“A little one. By my mouth.”
“Yeah, but it’s just one.”
“Now it’s just one, but it’s the beginning of old-lady prune mouth. By the time I’m 80, I’m going to look like hell.”
“Just don’t grow one of those old-lady moustaches. Those are gross. Hey, grandma, you might want to take care of that.” He switched over to his mock old-lady voice. “Why? It’s just a few hairs. I don’t think anyone’s going to notice it. Oh, the hell they won’t!” He paused. “Just don’t let that happen, all right?”
I thought about it for a moment. “I think that if I grow one of those when I get old, I’m going go all out with it. I’m going to buy some wax and make it a handlebar moustache. It’ll cover up the prune mouth. You can grow one, too. We’ll match.”
“Okay, honey. Whatever you want to do.”
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After breakfast, I snuggled back into bed for a few minutes with my husband.
“I just wanted a birthday cuddle,” I told him.
“Mmmm. Happy birthday,” he said.
“Do I look any older?”
“Mm-mm. Not at all.” It was dark in the room, so of course he couldn’t be trusted.
“I don’t feel any older, but I am. I’ve got a wrinkle.”
“You do? Where?”
“A little one. By my mouth.”
“Yeah, but it’s just one.”
“Now it’s just one, but it’s the beginning of old-lady prune mouth. By the time I’m 80, I’m going to look like hell.”
“Just don’t grow one of those old-lady moustaches. Those are gross. Hey, grandma, you might want to take care of that.” He switched over to his mock old-lady voice. “Why? It’s just a few hairs. I don’t think anyone’s going to notice it. Oh, the hell they won’t!” He paused. “Just don’t let that happen, all right?”
I thought about it for a moment. “I think that if I grow one of those when I get old, I’m going go all out with it. I’m going to buy some wax and make it a handlebar moustache. It’ll cover up the prune mouth. You can grow one, too. We’ll match.”
“Okay, honey. Whatever you want to do.”
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